"I'm okay," I muttered, shaking myself up and walking away from the group. I turned my back to them to watch the flames rise higher, dancing in the night air. Shadows creeping forward masking my face, hiding the haunting truth. No I wasn't ok, but they didn't need to know that. All they wanted was a hero, someone to save them. Who cares if killing so many people was hurting me? Not them, they would be gone soon anyway. And I will be left, standing alone, like always.
I used to be little and innocent just another 7 year old girl with a pretty face and chocolate curls who liked playing with animals and lots of attention. They didn't see that though, they just saw someone to fix all their problems. They took me away told my parents that I was going to a special school for gifted girls, I never saw my mom or dad again.
I was taught to kill a man at 7 and a half. That's when I stopped being human and I became the monster they wanted me to be. No feeling, they told me, no pain, just work.
No pain, I chuckle darkly as the words run through my mind. It's a lie. I can hear them at night, the voices in my head, the innocent people screaming for help, thousands of people crying out in pain. So many voices, a cacophony in my mind. I see bodies, with gashes torn through the skin and precious scarlet liquid dripping. Nightmare isn't close because what I see is reality. My reality, my life, what I have become. I was "special" I thought in disgust. A protector, many called me, a savior. I'm just a murderer.
They say I've protected millions of people saving them from pain and suffering, but who was there for me? Who cared for me? No one, I was alone, in the shadows, waiting for them to tell me they needed my help, dying in the inside just a little bit more each time. But in lots of ways, I was never alive to begin with.