I tried everything in my power to hide. I traveled all over the world. I changed my identity. I got away with it until August 11 came. The day I was discovered. The day people saw me as a toy to save them. The day I wanted to break free and just be…. A BAD KID.

July 1, 2011 (New York)

I woke up from the sound of loud music and traffic outside. A smile arose onto my face. I loved staying in the city. Everyone was accepted and that's what I loved. I wasn't as normal as everyone thought I was. I wasn't born from a mom. I wasn't brought up from a family. I was just, different.

I got out of my bed and went onto my balcony and watched the city move. The smell of construction and sewer water shot up my nose. I know that most people don't like that smell but I do. It makes me feel part of the city. I went into my bathroom and took a hot shower. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. When I stepped out of my shower a sharp pain shot through my spine.

I fell to the floor. I tried to crawl but I couldn't move. I felt trapped. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I tried to gasp for air but I couldn't. I tried to scream but couldn't. Then a warm sensation came over my body. I finally stood up and looked into the mirror.

What was this? Why does this always happen to me? I saw myself. My pale blond hair. My dull blue eyes. My pale white skin. Why couldn't I just be normal? I started to shake and I felt like I couldn't control myself. I felt the urge to hurt someone.

This has been happening to me for months and I just didn't know what to do anymore. I slumped down the wall and tried to control myself. I punched the wall and screamed to the top of my lungs. I just want to be free. I just want to be me.

My urge to hurt stopped and I got off the floor. I wrapped the towel around myself and went into my room. I dried myself and changed into a white plain V-neck and black jeans with black converse sneakers. I put my hair into a ponytail. I walked out the door of my apartment and locked the door after me. I went to the elevator and pressed the down button. The door opened and a beautiful boy was in there. His name was Jackson. He lived one floor up from me. He had these beautiful gray/green eyes. His perfect white teeth. His brown hair. Every time I was around him I felt sane.

"Good Morning." He said to me. I smiled at him and stepped into the elevator. I pressed the lobby button and waited.

"So how have you been?" he said with a beautiful smile.

"I've been ok. " He nodded and the elevator came to a halt. We both stepped out and we walked our separate ways. He was always stuck in my mind whenever we saw each other. I walked into the New York streets and down the block.

I was headed to my job. I worked at a local diner as a waitress. When I made down the block all I could see were cop cars. I started to panic. What if their after me? Am I caught? I ran and made it into a local store. The cashier looked at me weird and whispered something to his fellow co-worker. I looked a little bit out of the window and saw them gone. I walked out of the store and walked back down the block.

I arrived just a minute late for work. I put on my waitress apron and got back to my "normal" job.

Later on at night

I looked out into the night sky and took in the smell of the stars. I sighed at the sight of a young couple smiling at each other and kissing one another. I always wanted to be loved. It just hasn't happened yet.