My mother was a great person, she worked hard to support all of those around her due to her spineless nature. I don't have many memories of my father because he died when I was young, but my mother always told me I was just like him. I was always curious about what kind of person he was, but I always had my mom, and that was all that mattered to me. I loved her, and when I was 10 years old she died due to over exhaustion, working too hard.
A spineless centipede that only cared about herself, scared that she would be alone she worked herself to death for the ones that she thought cared about her.
I became something as petty, and as weak as a centipede. Crawling around in the dirt, scared, and afraid to be alone.
My mother was a whore, a monster who would beat me senseless in fits of rage. She hated me with every ounce of her being. My father left us when I was very young, and my mother blamed me for it. She told me that I was a worm that asked for too much, as well as a dead beat that resembled nothing like my father did. I hated that man for what he did to us; but I hated my mother so much more. I stabbed her to death when I was only 10 years old, with a kitchen knife during one of her beatings.
A disgusting little cockroach, unclean, and drenched in the sin of wrath. A memory of the past that doesn't even deserve to be remembered, or mentioned.
She was something I hoped I would never become.
But as the years went by I started to wonder to myself. Who was I? What kind had I become? Was I a spineless little centipede, or a disgusting little cockroach? Which of the two mothers did I take after? It was a mystery that has plagued my thoughts up until when I was dropped into a world that wasn't my own.
Don't get me wrong, it was the very similar to my own, the only difference being that this one didn't have any ghouls running around. However, beyond that one point, this world was nearly identical to my own; it unstable mess filled with terrible people, and insane thoughts. A world that any kind of all-powerful, malefic God would never allow to come to be. This world was wrong, just like my own.
And I suppose I was wrong was well in a way. I was, neither a centipede, nor a cockroach, I'm the mess known as Ken Kaneki; a sad, lonely little boy, without Hide, Touka, the manager, Hinami, or anyone else back at Anteiku to stand by. I was alone, with nothing but a thousand questions that continued to fester in my mind. But if there was one thing that I could be sure of, it was the monster that I was, and what I would to whoever brought me here.
Author Note: Sorry for the short chapter, I thought that I would be best to at show what has Ken Kaneki been going through mentally. I also didn't know what to do with the character when dealing with being in a new world. So in the mean time I hope you guy enjoyed the dive into the sad mess known as Ken Kaneki.
Sorry to those who wanted to see more Percy Jackson stuff in this but don't worry, this is all culminating to something. But till then, please tell me what you thought of the chapter, and how to improve future ones as well.