beautiful demon

December 7, 2000. That is the day I was born. Pearl Harbor for Americans. Anniversary of the day the Japanese escorted the U.S to the war. Yet I love and adore their culture. The Japanese I mean. Quite ironic huh? On that day I was welcomed into to world with open arms. Not really. The ass who delivered me dropped me on the floor giving me my first scar. One currently on my left cheek. The first scar of many to come. According to my parents I almost never cried as an infant. That changed when I was around 4 or 5. But now I'm back to the stage where I almost never cry accept now it isn't because I've nothing to cry about. I have an overwhelming amount of things to cry about. Accept I can't. Emotion is weakness. A person like me can't have weakness. For a person like me weakness is a one way ticket to hell's gates.

Now that you know my beginning, why don't we skip to the interesting things yes? I was always bullied. But no one ever took notice or if they did , they didn't care. When I was younger I was very energetic. I happily lived with my parents and brother, my older brother was my first bully. My first beating was in my own home. I dont blame my brother. In fact I love him with all my heart. He was only manipulated by the best and influenced by the worst. My grandmother. She was an abusive drunk. Still is. Always has been. And in the worst case scenario, always will be. She was the one who showed me how worthless I am. But me being me. I have to prove her wrong. It is my best and worst quality. When people assume things about me and my actions it's my instinct to prove them wrong. She was usually only ever verbally abusive. Although she has hit me once or twice. She was the start to the chain. The start to my pain. The start to the steel shell around my heart.

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Okay so that was the beginning this will never get any reads but I hope whoever did read it likes it comment rate subscribe
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- Samantha