No sgt frog in this first chapter, comes in second chapter. Sorry.

What a cruel life this is. I was born out of a person's lips. I was spoken into this life, and given a name, yet I have no mother, or father for that matter. I have never been held, talked to, or even seen. Perhaps I'm confusing you, but I don't really care. You've all heard of me, you say my name every day. Yet you don't know that I'm real.

I've never seen the outside world, never met any of you, but you have to know I'm real. You hurt me twenty-four/seven. But I don't care anymore. There's too many of you to hold a grudge against, so I just don't. Besides, how can I be mad at someone who doesn't know I'm real?

This is my life, as I lay curled up in a corner. These are my thoughts I've repeated in my head countless times. I get up and walk around in a square for the billionth time, dragging my hand along the walls. You see, I'm immortal as long as I'm trapped inside this square. I can't die, and if I get hurt then I heal quickly. It's torture. I can starve, get sick and dehydrate, anything but die. Trust me, I've tried. I'd show you my scars from past attempts but they've all disappeared.

I want out. I don't know what the outside world is like; I don't know if it's perfect or a war zone. All I know is that the sky is blue and it looks like it may rain. I hope not, because then I'll get wet. There's no roof on this stupid box. I want to see people, see anything besides grass, walls, and sky. At least the sky changes, it's something I can watch that isn't constant. Otherwise I might've gone insane already.

No matter what I do and don't like, I've grown used to this all. While I'd like to go outside of my box, I'm slightly afraid. What if the world is dangerous, and how dangerous is it? What are people like? What about all the unknown things, too, like food and other buildings. What is the world like? It fills me with both a heart-wrenching fear and a curiosity that threatens to kill me. Unfortunately, it can't really kill me.

Everyday is the same as the last, I do nothing, see nothing, hear nothing. I watch the sky, draw on the walls using rocks as chalk, I sleep. I do so much sleeping. It's boring. I count my steps as I walk around the perimeter of the concrete walls. They were ancient and old. One had fallen long ago, and was nothing but a large mound of rubble. I had tried climbing it but it was far too high and too dangerous. While I couldn't die climbing it, I could still get hurt. Fast healer or not, I find it best to try and avoid pain. I'm so sick of pain. Pain and repeating days.

Maybe I'm finally going crazy, though, because something feels different about today.

I don't know what it could be, though, and nothing ever changes, so I ignore the feeling. Another day, today, passes by quickly. I don't pay attention to the time, thought the sun passed over my box long ago, so I know it's already noon.

I was drawing on the walls again with a rock, drawing clouds, flowers, and grass. The only things I'd ever seen besides snowflakes and birds miles above my head. I'm so sick of snow and birds. …The birds always poop… Ugh.

Then I hear voices for the first time. Ever.

I know, I know, there wasn't much… …Any SGT Frog in this, but its coming up in the next chapter, I'm already planning ahead. Please review and tell me what you think, if the story interests you at all or anything. You're reviews mean a lot to me.