A/N: A new story I know I should be working on other stories but this one was eating at me so I had to write it and upload it. I will be updating my other stories eventually, and no I haven't forgotten the sequel for "The Walk" that should be coming sooner or later as well. So until then read and review :3 enjoy. Also the chapters will be longer, this is just a beginning is all.
It started out extremely early, most people see children with a spark of life, curiosity everything seeming to be brand new to them and wanted nothing more than to get their hands on it of course you could say I was a special case.
As a child I never wanted to do anything wrong, I wanted people to be happy that I was around them, that I was such a good boy, but it never worked, no matter how hard I tried people never wanted me around. I was a disease to them, something so sickly that everytime I came around they would grimace, whisper right in front of me thinking I would never understand at such a young age.
The painful truth about it all was I did, as a child I understood what hatred felt like, and even though I did my hardest to please everyone it never was enough to satisfy them, I was a monster, no mum or dad to take care of me and no close relatives. I was born with a deformity, no one knows truly why this is and no one seemed to really bother they just wanted me out of their hair.
Other children would run away from me, calling me the freak child, or other names that our small minds could come up with at young age, and I'd take it all in, through my youth all I could do was sit and cry until someone came out, thinking I was one of the normal kids to try and comfort them but when they saw it was just me they quickly backed away and let me fight the tears on my own.
That's when it started to happen, I became numb, I locked myself away from every making sure my own emotions were kept in wraps, not letting any hurtful words actually affect me.
Though not knowing what I know now maybe it was the worse thing my mind could have come across, it only helped with the teasing, now I wasn't only a freak I was a monster, a being with no emotions and no care for the human population.
As I got older I became wiser, coniving, I faked my emotions, moving away from the small town I grew up in, no one had ever heard of a person like me before, I believe they thought I was an albino, but to them my eyes weren't red and was passed off as a normal kid, well as normal as one could be.
I became someone that everyone started to like, with a gentleman-like personality everyone came to me when they needed help, knowing I would never say to them, just wanting to be accepted by someone I suppose they started taking advantage of me, but my own emotions wouldn't stop me, they wanted the love that I so desperately needed as a child.
It became a sickly obsession, and when more and more people began to want my help I took it greedily, I never got sick of the admiration. They loved me, and I couldn't help but grin at that, I wanted more of their love, and I didn't know how to obtain it.
The obsession grew in my teenage years, I thought I had finally gotten rid of the numb pain, though it came back tenfolds, it wasn't who I really was, and I didn't even have my own persona to know who I truly was. All my life I had been known as a freak, as a monster and even this sweet nature seemed to be fake as well.
Once I started asking Who am I? The pain came back, I was not only betraying myself I was lying to everyone and some how it bothered me that I was lying to people who didn't know who I was and once more I hid myself away, starting to decline people's request, coming up with poor excuses saying I was busy or something along the lines of I have to much homework.
That was when people's true feelings about me came into place, they called me greedy, good for nothing and the one word I hated, I was once more a freak. Though I stopped caring, I let the numbness consume me and it was great for a while though the bullying was getting worse, I started getting harrassed by the ones who I thought had actually loved me when the truth was that they only liked me for my good deeds.
They started chasing me ganging up on me and started to beat me up, now I was smart enough at nights when everyone was sleeping I started training exercising and growing muscles I wasn't going to allow them to run me out of town like my old neighborhood did when I was a little boy, not smart enough to defend myself, now things were different I wasn't going to let anyone hurt me or cause me pain like I was already inflicting on myself.
Though I digress, I shall tell you my life story from the day I abandoned by the only people a child should have depended on, weren't there and I had to figure out my life on my own with no one to love or be loved in return, I was pretty messed up as a child seeing as how it form and twisted me into someone so shallow and so cold to the world it was only a matter of time when someone would come into my life and change it all, who would have thought I could have friends.