I am not a true person.
I am a creation. I am a modern Frankenstein, worse then that, a copy of something else. A Monster.
I was made to hurt, to kill, and to frighten. To destroy.
However, they made me with flaws. Correction: One flaw. I had something they didn't expect. Didn't hope for. Feelings.
For all my life, I was a thing, not a person. An it, rather then a her.
I was super girl. I was the one. I was amazing, magnificent, smart, powerful, wonderful, and those white coats never let me forget it. I was admired and marveled over. Scientist after scientist studied me… But I was never given the one thing I needed the most. There was always one thing that separated me, the real thing, from the original creation. Love.
I was never loved.
No one ever smiled at me, or hugged me, or helped me. I was hurt, both inside and out. An no one cared. This is what lead me to the end. It's the world I was born into.
My name is Maximum Ride II, and this is my life.
