I was called the weak, the runt, the useless.

I was bullied, I was pushed into the dump, I was tied in a tree, I was the punching bag, I was the Walking Toothpick.

The only one who understands me is my mother but after she died. They considered me an Outcast.

All I wanted was them to be proud of me, or atleast treat me Right.

They only come to me when they need help, but after that they would continue on ignoring me, like nothing ever happened.

They played pranks on me, I almost died on one of them.

I found a friend, a nightfury whom I named Toothless.

I ran away with him.

But I will come back, to let you people suffer.

I will make you feel what I felt for all those years. I will make you wish that you were never born.
I will definitely make you feel all the pain, you caused me.

Revenge of the Wounded Heart