I hate my life, I hate it so much... I thought in my head everyday. My life isn't like skipping down candy lane. It's like limping across quicksand in hell. You see, I'm a clone. My name is Allen Struts. Well, that's my fake last name. I'm not going to reveal my last name. I'm half vampire, and half human. I'm bits and pieces of possibly millions of beings. My father wanted me to be the most powerful being on earth. However, that hasn't happened yet. And my father doesn't even care for me. I don't even know why I call him a father. He's more like... a puppet master of some sort. And I'm the puppet. I do whatever he tells me to do. When I don't, he takes all his anger out on me. In this case, since he's half ghost, he abuses me with his powers. Everyday. And I hate it. He never cared about me. He only uses me. And when he's done with me in the future, he'll just destroy me, I suppose. And I can't believe he calls me his son when he doesn't treat me like one. Anyways, on to my school life. I'm popular. I play football. I'm passing in all of my classes. All of the girls in school want to date me... except for one. And she probably hates me more than my father does. But I like her. I really like her. More than a friend. Even though she doesn't like me at all. She's a very special girl with a very special gift. She's half ghost. A very powerful half ghost. But I don't really care about her powers. Just about her. But she only thinks of me as an jerk. Or a bloodsucker . I hate those stupid vampire nicknames. I don't drink blood just for pleasure. I drink it for survival. If I don't drink human blood, I can be in serious pain for weeks. Or worse. I could die. But honestly, I don't care if I die. In fact, I want to die. To get rid of my misery. But as long as my father controls me, that's never going to happen. I just wish I could live a different life. Walk in someone else's shoes while they walk in mine. They could feel how I feel. See how I see. But I know that's not possible either. I guess the reason why I live this life is so that I can live it in pain, hatred, and unlovingness. I just wish I could go through no pain at all. I just wish that people actually cared for me. I wish my father and the girl of my dreams could love me. However, to me, wishes don't come true. Wishes are just little requests that are ignored. I hate my life, I hate it so much... I thought today, and for the rest of my miserable life.