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Now… don't blame me if this fails, its just a random thoughts that's been floating in that goddamn mind of mine.
So, ah please read, review, give me ideas how to make it better and yeah…
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Prologue
There are reasons us spiders are hated, there are reasons we have no friends. It's because we are so weak, we cannot protect those dear to us, all we can do is stare as our friends are torn away from us. At least, that's what happened to me. My name is Madam Octa, most of you know me as the spider Darren Shan stole from Larten Crepsley, correct? I'm so much more that a rare spider, see I was different, to both humans and spiders, both sides rejected me, called me a freak… I don't particularly blame them. I was an outcast, I was all alone in the world…
Until I met her.
Her name was Amalthea, and she was also rejected. She was different from me too, but it never mattered, I had a friend in that cold, dark, lonely world. We refused to leave each other's side for anything, in fear that something would happen…
So why couldn't they take me instead?!
Why did they take my best friend away from me?!
I still wake up screaming, her terrified screams as that circus owner grabbed her and threw her into his truck, I chased after him, but I couldn't save her… I still don't know if she's still there, or if she passed away, but for her sake, I pray its the latter. It doesn't stop the nightmares though… I'm such a failure!
I was alone… again.
I wandered aimlessly, just wanting to die. I couldn't live with myself after Amalthea's kidnapping, I harmed myself, over and over until I passed out. But whenever I woke up, my wounds had been healed and bandaged.
Why?
Wasn't I allowed to die?
I wanted to die so badly, that I tried to hang myself, as I was about to poke my head through the rope a voice called.
"life is such a valuable thing, why do you try to make it fade?" I didn't know who it was, but I replied anyway.
"My life isn't valuable, I'm worthless. No one cares whether I live in die."
A hand flew out from the darkness and struck me, I cried out as I hit the ground with a thud. My face stung as tears began to blur my vision.
"No life is worthless! It is people like you who make it worthless!" his cold words stung, but they snapped my senses back.
I still haven't thanked Larten for that day…
He got me back on my feet, he learned of my abilities and took me to the Cirque Du Freak. I became a spider on stage, normal-ish when not. But… what was that nagging feeling in the back of my head, that my story was far from over?
I am aware of how short it is, but how is it?
Constructive criticism is weeeelcome!
Thank you for reading!
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