I wasn't always this way. I wasn't always a monster. I used to have a home, and a family. I was kind, good, filled with life. I never did anything wrong. So why did it happen? Why was everything that I loved taken away from me? Why was I stripped of my light? Why do bad things happen to good people? I have no answers, and I doubt that anyone does. My story is one of loss, betrayal, and pain. My story does not have a happy ending, and after everything I have done, I do not deserve one.