Chapter 1

Through black strips of hair I see adults stare at me with pity, teenagers with fear and hatred, and children with curiosity and confusion. They look on, looking as if wanting to say something, but are too scared to even step in my direction. I'm given wavering smiles all day, but they mean nothing. This is why i must be secluded. They don't understand. Nobody understands.
They didn't have to watch their best friend get sliced and hacked at until they breathed their last breath.