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.