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All my life, I was always greeted with looks of disgust, disapproval, annoyance, and disappointment. I was never one to make friends easily. In fact, I can count on one finger my friend and that friend happened to be my dog, Duran. My parents died when I was very young, and I was taken in by my grandfather, who hated me because of my father. He believed that it was my father, who corrupted and destroyed my mother, his pride and joy; I was the one who murdered her. The only nice thing he had ever done for me was let me keep Duran, his reason was Duran kept me quiet and out of the way. I was on the reject list of everyone especially at school. My love life was as nonexistent as my social life. Rejection after rejection became a normalcy that I grew accustomed to, eventually, I became what they claimed: a lone wolf that hated people and was greatly feared. I no longer cared.
My first encounter with a person was on a school trip. I loved sitting in the front seats of roller coaster rides. The person sat down next to me but when they took one look at me, they immediately stood up and went to the only available seat, in the very back. The worker tried to see if anyone wanted the vacant seat next to me. They all refused. That was when the seed of doubt planted itself in my mind. I was only eleven. My next encounter was when I turned thirteen, and the school had a formal dinner. My "date" was mortified and couldn't have been more pissed. They ensured I knew how much they hated being my "date". That was when the seed took root. Throughout my years until now, new and different reactions pertaining to their disgust toward me numbed me completely that it no longer hurt.
Then one day in my twenty-first year, I tried to take the chance of making friends. I went on a web-page to meet people. I had no intention of forming a romantic relationship and placed it in my ad along with my interest. After many dead ends, I met a person, who had the same interests as I did. We begun emailing one another for a few months. The person had sent me their number and told me whenever I was ready to text them. I did. It graduated to calls then after much convincing from them, we met. The l that person again. I blamed myself because I held hope that this would be different. I now know that friendship and romance will never exist for me. I gave up all hope and held no expectations. I became hollow. Emotions were no longer an issue. I felt nothing. I became a husk that only operated in a regular pattern. Duran's death only finalized the last nail to my coffin. I was a living, breathing robot. I was alone.
Years passed and nothing touched me. I refused to allow that part of me to get loose ever again. I had it locked up tightly and thrown the key away. I acted like a robot. I got up, went to work/school, returned to my empty apartment, and slept. All I waited and anticipated was my death. I longed for it. My life was empty. No one wanted to have me around. I was a social pariah. For some unknown reason, people avoided me like the plague. The only ones who ever loved me were dead. After so many years, emotions were something I couldn't bring forth even if I tried. When I smiled, it felt fake and any other type of expression. I grew to hate the falseness, but what was I to do? I was getting into my twenty-fifth year when everything changed and life as I knew it flipped upside down. Maelstrom of chaos disrupted my life, and I found myself awake before it was too late. This is my story...
AN: All right, readers, here's what's going on. I have no given up on "And, Suddenly!", in fact, I had the chapter all written and edited when suddenly my computer's hard drive crashed along with all my saved documents. So, now, I have to try and locate my notes for that chapter and rewrite it all! I also have been extremely busy with the holidays and work. I would like to express my gratitude and appreciation to all my readers, who reviewed, favorite, alerted, and Pmed me. It really was an inspiration and helped me want to continue. I would love to name all the people, who had, but I am afraid I would leave someone out. This is a story that has been brewing on paper for months and refused to leave me until I posted. I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think.