How They See Me And What's True
This fanfic's about how people see people, they look at what people show yet at nothing that they hide or feel within. I do not own any anime what so ever. This isn't a documentary or a biography. I actually haven't seen any of the anime, just read fanfics bios and seen pictures so it's most likely not his personality at all. It is based on a thought I had.
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The rain pours down as I look out the window waiting for a reason to leave. I guess that my so-called "partners" don't see that I really I am sane, sane as any man who got his life taken away at a young age. They call me a psycho, maybe I'm a little crazy.Always followed by a black cloud with a blood red lining. My dad left before I was old enough to realize it. My mom told me to look for the light...never listened to her, maybe I should have.Orphaned at 7 years of age. I was scared then, of everything. How Would I live, Where was my mom. I found out that she was murdered and the killer would've came for me if I didn't run away from home after a little fight we had. Sometimes I wish I had died with her.
I was adopted by a sick family when I was 12. They weren't rich but they acted like it. I was left to my room all day until dinner.Some times they'd play games with me, they would turn into sick games. I couldn't do anything though. And I wouldn't dare to disobey them or they would get so pissed off that I'd end up with a few bruises and cuts. One time when I was 16 I got the guts to run away. The cops found me, I told them about how my 'parents' were, but they wouldn't listen. Would I be surprised if it was a part of their plan.
When I got home it's unspeakable of what they did to me. So the next night I went into the kitchen and found a knife and went up to my room. I sat on my bed in the dark with the light of the moon. I stared at the reflection of the knife, thought about killing them. I couldn't do it...I wouldn't get away with it and even if I did they might haunt me forevermore. So I cut my self. I watched the knife pierce my skin and the blood run down my arm. I wondered if I could cut myself and not react to it. Several times I tried and every night I did hiding them the next day.
That was just 'home'. People at school hated me. I didn't talk much. The only time I did it was to a teacher or defending myself from someone else. I was always alone. I hated group projects. Usually I did well at school that just gave them another reason to pick on me. This one Mo Fo sometimes jumped on me after school and he cut my face a few times that made distinct marks on my face and teachers worry. Although there was a girl who'd stick by me at times. She was popular for the most part, but being with me cut into her social life. I don't know what happened to her and some times I think I ruined her life.
At my 18th birthday I moved away from that horrid place, cold and darkened by everything, hating all people. I got into fights on the streets, got my eye slashed and arrested allot. I lived in alleys and started to kill people I fought. Then I met a man who offered a place to stay and a job I took it and that's how I got here. But the story never ends...
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Short I know, I will write more. review