Unlike you, I am myself.
Unlike you, I don't have parents.
Unlike you, I appreciate the world around me.
...
Unlike you, I'm dead.
Dead, that's a word I thought I'd never use, never in my life. I'm dead. Don't expect me to tell you all about what was rumored and all that
mushy stuff... bleh. I'm not going to tell you that. I'm going to tell you why I'm really up here, the story of Clair Burtin.
I'm just like you, an everyday girl that goes to her classes and fall asleep 24/7 during the most boringest lectures. Don't tell me that's not a word, I may be dead, but I promise you that I'm educated. Let's go back a couple of years, back when I was five.
14 Years Ago...
"Hiiiiiiiii!" I screamed at me fellow new classmates.
That day I got my first scar.
I could remember crying uncontrollably and still no one helped.
No one liked me.
I didn't even like myself.
...
It's was that morning, the morning some lunatic came into the elementary school.
He was armed with one dagger and a pistol.
I was so confused and I was told it was just a game, "It's just someone that wants to play, he'll-"
That was then he shot my teacher, my favorite teacher. My first teacher. The only teacher I liked.
I went ballistic, my eyes turned pure black, my skin fumed up and I killed him.
I murdered a man at the age of five.
Now here's what happened:
1) He tried his best to stab me but I quickly turned his wrist ever so slightly and shoved his own dagger into himself.
2) I punched and punched and punched.
3) I screamed at him angrily, bawling my eyes at.
Now that I think of it, he killed himself, ha.
But everyone was scared of me.
And I was scared of myself too.