It never ends, does it?
Every day, every night, it tears
into me. It is like a knife cutting inside my ribcage, causing my
heart to bleed within its chest. It's a pain thousands of times worse
than anything else I've felt before.
The truth. The truth hurts like a
ton of bricks. And yet that is why the truth is always being thrown
back at me without recourse. The same anger, the same resentment, is
repeated over and over so that my agony has no end.
I am not loved. I was never loved,
and never will be loved. That I am cursed to be a pariah is something
they made sure I knew. That I was shunned was something they made
sure that I would bear for the rest of my life. That they locked me
away from the world in shame, that they deprived me of something I
never should have lost, as if I were a criminal. I was sentenced to
this life and to the crime before I was even able to walk or talk or
remember. It is a burden that I will never get rid of.
Or is it?
Maybe today, in this strange new
place, there is a solution. It must be possible if I am here. And
since I'm here, among the equals I never knew I possessed, I only
have one wish.
I want an end to the years of pain,
and to the inadequacies that caused it. I want to take what is
rightfully mine, and at last be accepted by those who should have
loved me from the start. There is only one choice in how I will
fulfill my mission
I must utterly destroy the one who
usurped my parents' minds and hearts before I was even born. I will
make that person suffer as I suffered, only more. I will show them my
pain, I will finally release my anger. And then, I will take their
life away as they took mine.
I will accept nothing less than
that....
