My names Desdemona. That means unfortunate. Exactly what I am. It's like my parents knew before I was even born. Knew that I would be weird. They say its ok to be weird. But what if your weirdness makes people cry. Cry with fear. Fear that drives them to madness. But you can't help it. And it can't be stopped. That is exactly how I feel. You want to know the weird thing about me don't you. I'll tell you, if you promise not to get scared and especially not cry. Promise? OK then, here goes.
Sometimes I have thoughts. Thoughts that are incontrollable. About killing. Then I do it. I kill people. And when I realise what I have done I cry. Cry blood. I don't know why it happens, it just does and I hate it.
Oh I forgot to tell you. I live on my own; I'm only twelve. Why? Because my parents ran away from me. They're scared of me. Everyone is: my parents, my grandparents, my cousins, my uncles, my aunties, the media (I've been on the news twice), everyone who listens to, reads or watches the news, everyone who's heard about me, the list could go on. See everyone is scared of me. Including myself...
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RandomThey say its OK to be weird. But what if your weirdness makes people cry. Cry with fear. Fear that drives them to madness. But you can't help it. And you can't make it end.
