Cheyanne Warrior

Ezra- Skin

Life is a funny thing. You go to parties, hang out with friends, and have the time of your life. It’s great. Until it all comes crashing down right before your eyes. 

I remember my friends. We would always be out late at night having fun and going to parties, not having a care in the world. We all cared for each other, always hanging out as normal teenagers do. I cared a little more about others than they did. My parents were loving and always worried about me. Nothing was wrong with my life, and it seemed like nothing would ever change.

We lived our lives surrounded by walls. They circled us, protecting us from the outside dangers. The giant creature-like monsters that hunted and lived outside and feasted on humans, and the people who grew to have a rare disease. One that slowly transformed them into humanoid monsters. 

I’ve always felt sorry for the people who had it. Forced to live their lives on the opposite side of town, separated from the rest of civilization, on the brink of being kicked outside of the walls, closely watched by the government. Late at night, I would always look across the border, watching as they slumped across the widened streets. Each one a different height. Once a week, the wall would open up slightly, and one would be thrown outside.

There was a treatment for the disease. It worked slowly. I’ve known some people who’ve come back from it, but they never returned the same way. They weren’t allowed to do certain things. If the treatment wasn’t working, then you show signs of becoming more of those kinds of monsters. Whether you grow fangs, a tail, or even horns, you can't hide them. Once they showed up, you were thrown out, never to return. 

It was a terrible life to live. It was unfortunate to have the disease. You grow, you become a monster to other people, and it didn’t matter what you tried to tell anyone to try and prove that you were still the same. And how do I know this? 

Because this was my life now.

Instead of being the one who was watching the growing giants trudge across the littered streets, I was the one walking. My home was small, I couldn’t eat until it was time, and not to mention how tiny everything on the other side seemed now. 

I remember when it happened. A few days after my birthday. I wasn’t feeling well. My parents were throwing a small party at the park with just us and my friends. Ruby and Grey tried to push me to play charades with them even after saying that I wasn’t feeling well. I thought it was just something that I ate the night before. They dragged me around, and I was a little angry, but I didn’t say anything. My parents were happy, and when it was time to open gifts… I blacked out. 

I remember my parents asking Ruby to call for help. I remember Dad and Grey trying to wake me up. I remember that the sun was hot and blinding when I opened my eyes again. I remember hearing them all screaming after I felt a jolt hit my spine. I remember the scared looks on their faces when I sat up. I remember them being smaller than before, now about the size of my palm. My head was hurting, and it felt like there was a pit in my stomach. I couldn’t remember what was going on except for yelling and screaming. People barking out orders. 

My arms were tied close to my chest, paint erupted from my body, and I tried calling for my parents, but there was no answer. There were people in black uniforms rushing all around me before I finally blacked out again. All I wanted was a calm birthday. Happy birthday to me, I guess… 

And now I was trapped here. In my small home. I never came out unless I really wanted to. I was too scared. Everyone seemed to have left me. Except for today. It’s only been a week since the incident. It was terrible. I was taking the treatments to try and get me back to normal, but there hasn’t been a change yet, not that I thought there would be a change so quickly. 

But I was ready to see my parents and my friends. I remember how scared they had looked that day, and I hadn't seen them since.

They came to get me early in the morning, leading me slowly down to the government building. They made me go into another small room. There was a glass barrier between where they would be and where I was. I felt a little upset by it, but I could understand why it was there. I couldn’t let it get to me. Today was supposed to be a good day. Nothing bad was going to go wrong, and my parents would stay with me. 

It felt like hours just waiting. I couldn’t stop scratching at my wrists. A bad habit of mine when I was nervous. There was already dried blood from the previous days. My parents always got onto me for that, but since they didn’t want to be around me anymore… 

I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. They knew that I was the same person, right? They wouldn’t just abandon me because of one little incident. Well, little was definitely the opposite of what happened, but it still shouldn’t matter!

My head started hurting, and I was scratching at my wrist a little harder before I heard the door open. I smiled, ready to see the loving look on my parents' faces, ready to see that they were okay and were just as happy to see me. My friends would be right behind them, throwing jokes at me and hoping that I’ll recover. 

My smile slowly faded at the sight. 

My mom came limping towards the glass with a cane, my dad right on her side to make sure she didn’t fall. My friends were behind them, but they didn’t have the same look in their eyes. No longer playful and happy to see me. Their hands were shoved in their pockets, their heads hung down low like they didn’t care. Like they didn’t even want to see me. 

They shuddered to a stop far away from the glass. Further from the line that said “DO NOT CROSS” in big, bold letters. My dad wrapped his arms around her, and then they looked up. Their faces were wide with fear. There was no love. No relief that I was okay. It didn’t even look like they recognized me. None of them did. 

Those same people who kept me here watched over them, or rather, watched me. It all felt like too much. They were supposed to be happy. They were supposed to tell me that everything would be okay. That I would be going home soon. Instead, it just felt like there was no more hope. 

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from their faces. Or the way that my mom was struggling to stay standing. I bit my lower lip and opened my mouth. 

They yelped and backed away. I closed my mouth quickly, tears forming in my eyes. I scratched at my wrists more, ignoring the stinging pain, ignoring the way that blood started to drip from them. 

“M-mom? Dad?” I slowly leaned in closer, trying to ignore how scared they looked. I tried to ignore how the looks on their faces told me what they were thinking. 

“Did… I do that?” I pointed to the cane. My mom nearly toppled over if my dad hadn’t caught her in time. I looked behind them, trying to ignore the bored faces on Ruby and Grey’s faces. I knew that they didn’t care for anyone, but seriously? We’ve been friends for nearly ten years! Couldn't they bother to at least show some care? 

I never got an answer. There wasn’t a single sound coming from any of them. I started to scratch at my wrists harder, biting down harder to stop myself from crying because of the pain. I looked down, my hands shaking, and watched as the blood dripped down onto the metal floor. I took a good look around the room. There were guns pointed at me. Large ones that were more than big enough to kill me with one hit. 

I turned back to my parents and leaned back, trying to stop the tears from falling. 

“I-I didn’t mean to hurt you, Mom,” I whispered, so scared of hurting them anymore, “Grey? Ruby?” They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. 

Did they ever care about me?

My heart started racing, the skin around my wrist burned, and begged to be wrapped in something to stop the bleeding, but I could care less about that right now. My head was spinning. It felt like that day all over again. It felt like I was going to vomit my insides out. My chest hurt from how fast my heart was racing. My vision started to grow blurry, but I could still somehow make out the horrified looks on my parents’ faces. 

I heard my dad ask for someone to carry my mom out. 

“Mom-” 

“You’re a monster. One of them. You’ve already hurt your own mother. Who knows who you’ll hurt next?” My dad turned back and marched up to the glass. His body was trembling, but that wasn’t stopping him from sticking a knife right through my chest. 

“I-I didn’t mean-” 

“Oh, I think you did.” 

“But-” 

“Not another word. You did this to yourself, so you live with the consequences.” and he walked on out without so much as another glance. Not even a wave of his hand. The doors closed behind him. I would never see my parents again. I knew that. 

It felt like I was choking on my own heart. It all felt so suffocating all of a sudden. Why were my limbs going numb? Why did it feel like every bone in my body was shattered? Why did it feel like I was choking for air? Why does my blood feel like it's burning me from the inside out? Why is it that any ounce of good memories I had amounted to nothing? Why couldn’t my brain focus? Why did my heart feel like it stopped? 

“Stop being a big baby, Ezra.” 

“Yeah, this is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be with the monsters you’ve sympathized with?” 

What? No-no, this isn’t what I wanted! I wanted to try to help. They were never monsters! They’re people. I’m still a person. 

Aren’t I? 

“You’re not… leaving me, too, right?” I started laughing to myself, running a hand through my hair and watching as Ruby and Grey looked at each other, a sickening smirk on their face. My eyes widened, lips quivering. My hands were trembling. All I could see were their smiles, big and red above me. Their hands stretched down and tore me limb from limb until there was nothing left. It hurt worse than the scratches on my wrists. 

“You really are delusional!” Grey laughed, slapping Ruby on the back. She walked closer to the glass with that sickening smirk, but I refused to look at her eyes. 

“Even if you come back, you won’t be the same person. No one ever is. Your fate is outside the walls. Eaten alive by those giant creatures.” 

I felt bile rise in my throat at the thought. I clenched my fists, letting the tears stream down my face. When I said they would make jokes, I didn’t think they’d be sadistic about the whole situation. Didn’t they realize that it already hurt more than enough to see my own family leave me behind? 

“But I’m still me. And what if I do come back? What then?” I threw my hands in the air, wincing at the pain in my wrist and quickly covered it with the sleeve of my torn-up jacket. 

“Then you’ll be alone.” She shrugged and turned towards the door, leaving me alone. I tried to wipe the tears off my face. I tried to stop them from coming out in the first place. It was useless. There wasn’t a reason to stop crying anymore. Nothing was going to be okay. No matter the way I looked at it. 

I wasn’t a monster. I was still me. The quiet person who enjoyed watching rather than doing. The person who liked to read and walk around the town every now and then. The person who liked to sit on the roof of his own house and watch the infected people from across the river, always feeling bad for them. Always too scared to ever do something about it. 

Now I was one of them, and I doubt that there was anyone who would do the same things I did. I doubt that there was someone out there who was just wishing they could help someone like me. Because they think everyone who has the disease is just a creature to lock up. They didn’t think that they had feelings or thoughts of their own. 

I curled up into a ball in the corner of the room, scratching at my other wrist. Was this what everyone thought of me now? Just some soulless being who wanted to hurt people on purpose? I didn’t mean to hurt my mom. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I didn’t know what was going on. I still have my whole life ahead of me! This can’t be how I have to live it now.

Once I’m cured, my parents will let me back in and everything can be normal again. Like this entire incident never happened. 

I wasn’t a monster. 

Right? 

— — — 1 month later — — —

There was no reason to leave my house. Not anymore. It was hopeless to make friends since there was always a high possibility of being thrown outside the safety of the walls. The treatment I’ve been taking twice a day doesn’t seem to be working. If anything, I think I’ve actually grown a few more feet. It was hopeless.

The only time I’ve ever come out was just to get a little fresh air. I didn’t want to die, but I also didn’t know how much longer I could live with myself. No one’s bothered to come visit me. Not that I would want to see them anyway. What was the point? I was nothing more than a monster in their eyes, and that’s all they would ever see me as. 

That day was the last time I ever talked. It was the last time I ever opened my mouth. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get rid of the memory. I couldn’t get rid of the way my heart now raced anytime I so much as thought about looking over the river in hopes of seeing them looking back over. I couldn’t get rid of the way I felt either. Nothing was ever going to be the same. Even if by some miracle the treatment started working, they wouldn’t want to see me. 

Every day, I wondered if it would be better to drown myself in the river or my own blood. I wondered if I could just end my suffering now rather than later when the memory becomes too painful. No one was waiting for me. I could do it now. Right in front of me on the floor was a piece of glass. All it would take was three seconds. One to grab it, one to cut, and another to finally feel free again. 

I spent my days walking in circles around my small room, always skipping breakfast and lunch, sometimes even dinner if I didn’t feel like it when it was served. There weren’t many activities to do anyway. Most people around here either made friends and just talked around like they weren’t on the menu for some giant lizard’s dinner, or they just drove themselves to insanity. I chose the latter. 

I was slowly losing myself. I wasn’t the nice, caring person I was once before. They were right. You do change. I was still quiet. I was still somewhat physically the same, besides the height difference. Nothing much had changed except the bags under my eyes and the way I had felt. Depressed. Alone. Hopeless. There was no reason for me to stay alive anymore. 

I continued to stare at the piece of glass, slowly reaching out for it. My hand trembled. I was constantly scared. Any day now, I could be sent out there. Even more alone and afraid than before. When would that happen? Should I be praying for it to end my misery? It didn’t take me long after they all left me to realize that all those “happy” memories I had weren’t happy at all. I had a good life, I had no reason to complain, but I’ve come to realize that maybe I didn’t know what happiness was. 

Just as I was about to grab the piece of glass, a scream erupted from outside. But I didn’t hear anyone check to see what was happening. I looked between the door and the shard, clenching my hands into fists, and rushed to open the door to my house. 

The sun was blinding. The air felt different. It wasn’t thick or laced with hopelessness as it usually was. For once, it didn’t feel like my flesh and blood was trying to dig its way out of my skin. It felt… nice. 

I couldn’t remember the last time I’ve felt this way. 

Walking felt unnatural. My legs didn’t seem to know how to lift themselves, and it even took a few tries to keep myself upright without the help of the door. There was another scream again. This time, it sounded much higher-pitched. Almost like a… kid’s. My eyes widened at the thought and started walking towards it. Closer to the human city. Closer to everything that I’ve ever known. It’s all gone now. What did it matter to me anymore? 

Others were starting to gather around, but none had actually seemed concerned about what was happening. I forced myself to go a little faster before a crowd started to form, almost running into someone who was a few feet taller than me. I took a second to try to calm my racing mind. I looked towards my wrist, stopping myself from scratching at it for the time being, and the next thing I knew, I started rushing forward again. 

In the river was a human kid. Maybe 9 years old. She thrashed in the water, screaming anytime her head rose above water. There were only a few people on the human side who didn’t even bother to try to help her out. Only a few were calling her name. Not very many infected people went close. I knew what they were scared of. 

Human contact wasn’t prohibited, but if you make a single wrong move, it’s over. Your head gets blown clean off your shoulders. That still didn’t stop me though. I wasn’t able to do anything to help out while I was a human. I’ve just been wasting away for a month and a half doing nothing. I swear that every time she called for help, it was like she was calling out to me specifically. Something told me not to. Something was telling me to leave her alone to drown to death. Such a sad and horrible way to die, especially so young. I should leave it alone. It wasn’t my place. Was I just about to let someone die when I could do something about it, finally? This was my chance to prove that I wasn’t the monster that everyone thought I was. 

My breathing quickened, my heart was racing again. My fingers twitched, and I didn’t even have time to process anything before my legs hurried to the edge of the river and reached out, digging my hand under the water. I winced and bit down hard on my jaw from the burning sensation in my wrist, but still scooped up the small kid.

I lifted her, holding my hand down on the ground, and watched as she coughed for air. She was cold. Dangerously cold. I looked around, ignoring the sounds of whispers and yells coming from the other side saying to put her down. I still didn’t. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. If I let her go, I doubt they’d realize that she needed to be warmed up. 

“Does anyone have a blanket or cloth?” I called for, taking small glances to see if she’s woken up yet. I looked toward the people on my side, every one of them scared and afraid, backing even further away from me, even as I stood up. My eyes widened, but there wasn’t any time for tears before people dressed in black came from across the bridge and started pointing guns at me. 

“Put the girl down.” They ordered. I stared at her limp body in my hand. There was some kind of peace written over her face, but she was still breathing. The steady fall and rise of her chest was almost calming despite the situation. 

I complied, lowering my hand and waiting for them to grab her. I heard more screaming coming from the other side. I turned my head toward the human crowd once they grabbed the girl, watching as a woman pushed and shoved her way through.

“Skye!”  Was that her name? 

They lowered their guns and left me be. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and just stared as her mom was reunited with her, wrapping Skye in her own jacket. My heart skipped a beat. My wrists still burned, but this time it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it used to. Was that a good thing? 

Other people gathered around me, asking if I was okay. I just nodded my head and looked back, my smile fading as her mom looked from me. She was far away, almost impossible to read her face, but I could just tell that she was grateful. Like she wanted to thank me, but just couldn’t bring herself to. I gave a small wave and headed back home.

The next day, I decided that I shouldn’t be a shut-in anymore. I felt a little happier about saving that girl from drowning, and of course, no one really thought it was something to be happy about because all humans think we’re some sort of animals that were on the brink of going wild and needed to be caged up. I didn’t think that. For once, I felt comfortable. The ounce of hope that remained in me was still there, and it just felt like I could restart my life. Without Ruby or Grey or my parents. I was my own person now anyway. I was going to get cured. 

I hung out by the river. I just walked until my legs became sore, but that wasn’t for a while longer. The sun was about to set. The air was light and soft. I almost feel elevated now. If that was even possible. After yesterday, seeing that for once I didn't look like some kind of creature, it really felt like it was all different now. It was hard to explain, but it’s how I felt. Maybe being this way wasn’t so bad. 

I sat by the edge of the river again. It was dinner time, but I wasn’t hungry. Hunger was something that I’ve grown used to, and that was my own fault for being so closed off before. Life was utterly over. Maybe it still is. Just because one person was different didn’t mean that everyone else would be too. Those were just the harsh facts, but I still couldn’t stop myself from feeling even the slightest bit of happiness. 

From across the river, I could see the whole city behind the small town here. The bright lights are almost like the stars in the sky. Somewhere in there, my entire life was supposed to be going on. Small and minuscule. In a way, I’m kind of glad that I wasn’t there. Of course, I still hated being seen as this inhuman being, but it was just nice to think that I wouldn’t have my entire life planned out for me by the government. 

You go into whatever field they put you in after you turn 18. I guess I was just lucky. And unfortunate. I stared down at the calm water, watching my reflection. I still looked the same. I acted the same too. If my parents hadn’t been so blind at first, maybe they would’ve seen that. 

I scoffed to myself and started to get up to walk back home. Who cared about them anyway? I’m sure they were much happier without me now. 

I started taking a few steps, freezing in place when I heard a familiar voice. 

“W-wait, Mr!” I turned around, freezing in my tracks. It was the kid from yesterday. Skye. She ran across the bridge, her mom waiting just on the other side of it. I lowered myself back down on my knees, trying not to tower over either of them so much. 

When she was only a few feet away from me, she took a few seconds to catch her breath. I put on the best nervous smile I could. Should she be on this side? 

“...Yes?” 

She giggled and held up a piece of paper for me. I turned towards her mom, unsure if I was supposed to take it or not. I shook my head and slowly reached for it, holding in a breath when I glanced back at her mom, who looked ready to run if I tried to do anything. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of ever hurting someone on purpose, but I understood the concern. Though Skye didn’t so much as flinch or move away. 

I held the piece of paper up close, nearly gasping. It was a drawing of me and what I was guessing was her as stick figures. I was comically larger, but it looked like she was sitting on my shoulder. I laughed softly. 

“Thank you for saving me, Mr!” She giggled and cheered. Was she not scared? No flinching and she actually seemed comfortable around me. Without the safety of a barrier either? 

I smiled, “Of course.” 

“I’m Skye! Can we be friends? My mommy says that you were very nice and she’ll let me come here!” 

My eyes widened at that. Did she mean it? I mean, was she even sure she wanted to hang out with me? I was a lot older. I was supposed to be an older sibling, but something was wrong and of course… I shook my head out of those thoughts. 

“Are you sure? You don’t find me scary?” I laughed nervously. Of course I wanted friends. Other people here were very intimidating to talk to. 

Skye laughed, “No silly! You’re my new big brother! He was just as tall as you were too!” My breath hitched in my throat. So she did mean it, but what did she mean about her big brother? Did… he end up like me? No, if his sister was this fearless around me, then that meant they were still great friends. So what happened to him? Did he ever recover? I didn’t see him here… 

“U-um… Sure,” I couldn’t help but laugh when she started jumping around, “I’m Ezra.” 

She stopped and nearly toppled over from the spinning. 

“I’ll come back tomorrow! I’ve gotta go eat dinner. Bye!” She ran back to her mom, grabbing her hand and skipping across the edge of the river. When they were out of sight, I looked at the picture again. Odd and definitely not what I was expecting, but it was in a nice way.

I wasn’t a monster after all. 

— — — 1 year later — — —

It was like I found a reason again. The scars on my wrists had long since healed. That disgusting habit of mine was gone just a few weeks after hanging out with Skye. It was kind of cute. She would use me as a sort of jungle gym sometimes, or when it was cold out she’d make herself comfortable in my pocket. I found myself smiling again. 

My birthday was a month ago, and I was scared that the same incident would happen, but it didn’t, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I was always scared of hurting her, but Skye never minded. I was wanted again, and that’s all that mattered. People around here even started talking to me. They weren’t as intimidating as I all thought they were. 

They’d invite me over for games at night and they would always tell jokes and all that. It’s also the place where I learned about Skye’s brother. They said the treatment didn’t work for him only after a few months of getting the disease and they just threw him out. They felt sorry for the poor family, but no one has ever tried to do something about it. Apparently, Skye’s mom went searching for him here after, and when she heard the news she moved away from the human town. That explains why they never walked towards the neighborhood. Did they have an actual house? 

It was sad, but Skye didn’t even seem to know what happened, and I wasn’t planning on telling her. Things were good and I didn’t want anything to change. 

“What are you doing?” I laughed, watching her try to climb up my leg. We were all the way by the wall, my back was pressed up against it. Today felt like any normal day. Skye was trying to climb all over me when I tried to make it impossible while also being safe. 

“Trying to… beat you!” He cheered when she finally climbed on. I laughed, making sure she was safely off before bringing my knees closer to my chest. For some reason, I felt off. It’s been like this for a few days. Off and on. I couldn’t sleep at night anymore either. The bags under my eyes were proof, but I still had to make time for Skye. I felt bad that she didn’t have anyone else, so it felt like it was my obligation to entertain her. I didn’t mind it either. 

“Ez, are you feeling okay?” She pouted. I just smiled and nodded my head. 

“Yeah, just tired.” 

“You don’t look just tired!” 

“I promise I am.” 

“I’m getting my mom.” She started running towards her house. I quickly scooped her up in my hand and rolled my eyes as she blew her hair out of her face. 

“I’m fine, Skye. I’m tired.” 

“So go take a nap! I’ll wait for you!” 

“You sure?” My head started spinning again. I tilted my hand to let her off. This felt familiar. It felt like I was about to throw up my insides. It was hot all of a sudden. No. No, this can’t be happening. The treatment was supposed to be working. It… wasn’t happening. It couldn’t! 

“Yeah!”

I put on the best smile I could muster and started moving to stand up. My muscles seemed to have locked in place. Breathing became hard. Does it really hit you so suddenly like this? No, no this wasn’t really happening. This was all some kind of a nightmare, right? This couldn’t be happening again. I shouldn’t be around Skye- 

“Ez?” She questioned. I curled up into a little ball, groaning quietly to myself. I peeked through my hands that were covering my face, too scared to speak. She needed to get away if this was really happening. It felt like my organs were ripping themselves apart. My skin, bones, everything. 

It didn’t feel like my heart was beating anymore. I couldn’t tell if it stopped or if it was moving too fast to feel it beating. I tried to catch my breath, and I tried to keep my limbs close to myself. I wasn’t going to hurt anyone this time. The mental image of my mom walking with a cane just a little over a year ago flashed through my brain. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t wipe them away without pain flaring up in my hand. 

My mind became clouded again. I couldn’t form thoughts. I could only listen and hear the world around me. My vision started to darken again, the adrenaline didn't do much to keep me from feeling the pain. I sucked in a deep breath, not even able to take any after that. 

There was someone screaming. I think Skye’s mom. There wasn’t anyone else over here. No one that would hear them if they decided to scream at least. I wanted them to get out of here. I didn’t want them to see this. I was still going to be the same person even after this. I was still going to be me. The same, broken, emotional wreck of a person who just had a taste of happiness, even if it was just for a short time. 

There was even more screaming and yelling. I heard orders. A beeping sound. I groaned, biting down hard on my cheek. It was harder than before. I tasted blood this time. My limbs were once again tied together, and when I opened my eyes, Skye was there. Held back by her mom. Her eyes had the same frightened look that my parents had when it happened to me. The childish glint in her eyes was gone. And now, she was smaller than before. 

“Skye?” I whispered, and they both took a step back. Tears formed in her eyes as she hugged her mom’s side closer, digging her head into her mom. My breath hitched in my throat. My vision darkened. Air wasn’t coming in. Pain continued to erupt through my body, and then it was gone. All of it was gone. 

— — — — — —

When I woke up, it was hot. Dry, arid. And it didn’t feel like there was concrete under me anymore. I pushed myself up, groaning from the soreness in my limbs. I opened my eyes, not finding the blank, white walls of my home anymore. Not finding a silly little kid waiting to hang out with me anymore. I sucked in a deep breath, taking in my surroundings. Sand. Barren lands when I looked further out. There were small towns. Smaller than I remember them being. 

Skye. Her face… She didn’t think I was the same anymore. 

My heart skipped a beat. Something felt weird in my mouth. When I checked, there were fangs. I nearly jumped when I saw a tail, and nearly screamed when I found that it was connected to me. My breathing quickened as I stared at the wall that seemed so far away. Tears streamed down my face.

It happened. 

I never got better. 

And now I was alone. 

And a monster.

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