The World is a Cruel Place
You've probably noticed that despite the fact that this is a 'letter', I haven't written "Dear so-and-so" or the date. This is because I don't even know if anyone well ever end up actually reading this, and I don't plan on reading this in a few years to reminisce in my past, because, quite frankly, my past is something I'd rather forget.
The past is written in stone, it's unchangeable, but the future holds many possibilities.
Anyway, my point is, I find the regular headers of a letter a waste of time. We only have so much.
People have always asked me why I am the way I am. Why I'm so weird. This frustrates me because, um, I don't ask you why you're so normal. Where's the fun in being just like everybody else?
But alas, I cannot pretend that I was just born 'creepy' and 'evil', as some people have descibed me.
When I began school, I was immediately chosen as a victim of a group of bullies. Everyday they would make fun of what I was wearing, how I did my hair, ect., ect. I tried to stand up to them, I even told on them, but did they stop? Nope. No, they only got worse.
I wasn't happy anymore. I couldn't understand what I did wrong, I wasn't much different from anyone else! I started to hate everyone who was happy and everything that made people happy. I was rebeling against society. You called me weird, I'd give you weird. You called me creepy, I'd give you creepy.
I started telling stories to any kid who'd listen. Stories about horrible murders in great detail, about that old abandoned house in our neighborhood, which I claimed was haunted. I greatly enjoyed coming up with these tales, and thus I discovered my love of storytelling.
One day I told a story about a young girl who killed her entire family with a pair of scissors. When I finished, I grabbed the pair closest to me and snapped them at my audience. They avoided me from that day on. Finally, I'd found my fool-proof weapon. I was no longer helpless, I would no longer be humiliated.
I'd found my dark, cold place in the world.
I was all to young when I discovered just how cruel the world was, how unfair and merciless people were.
But this was all so long ago, right? How come I don't just go back to normal and move on with my life?
Some scars never fade.
-Jade