Lovesick Yandere

Akademi High School

Free's POV

Something is...wrong...with me. For as long as I can remember, I've always felt...empty. Incomplete. Like a part of me is...missing. This hollow feeling has dominated my life. I've never been able to feel anything else. My word has always been, cold...dark..silent. I've lived in a orphanage most my life. Both my parents are long done. They died when I was very young, so I barely remember anything about them. Life in the orphanage wasn't easy either. I barely got along with the other kids in there. I was what most people would call, a lone wolf. Rather be alone and enjoy my own time. The death of my parents is unknown to me. All I remember was that something had happened in our house while I was about 2 or 3. I didn't see what had happened, but I still remember seeing their dead bodies, lying in the living room floor. It was the first time I ever saw a dead body. Since someone in the neighborhood had hear what had happened, they called 911, and not long after. I was force to leave my own home. Child service had taken me away, since I had no other family to go to. No grandparents, no uncles or aunts, no older siblings. I was an only child, along like my parents also were. I was too young to understand all that, but I still do miss them to this day.

I had a hard time fitting in too. Since I wasn't like most kids around me. They all seem to have found a lot of joy..and happiness. But I had a hard time facing those feelings. I was..different. Not like the other kids, and that worried the orphanages' workers a lot. They barely knew what to do with me, but they never gave up trying their best with me. Once I was 7, one of the orphanage workers received a letter, for me. They said it was from my mom, who had wrote it way before she and dad passed. Once they handed it to me, I started to read it. It was more like two pages from her diary. At least that looked like it to me. They were toured off. It's like she wanted me to receive it one day. As I started to read it, the following words were written.

"I've recently noticed a lot of changes in Free. He turned 3 years old a few days ago, and when we took him to the park, and wanted him to play with the other kids, but there was something odd about him. He didn't act like other kids in his age. When a kid did try and play with him, he refused the offer. It's like he would rather be alone then play with other kids. It worried me a lot. My husband did tell me not to worry about it, since he though maybe Free likes being alone. But that's not what worried me. Even after we got back, Free still seemed pretty dull. He barely shows any sign of happiness or satisfaction. I did take him to the doctor a few times, but they always told me there was nothing wrong with him. But then, one day, I realized what it might be. I was once like him too. I rarely felt any satisfaction, fulfillment, or happiness. It's a type of  condition that most of my family female ancestors were born with. This condition doesn't allow us to experience normal, strong feelings, not unless we find the one that will complete us. That change for me when I met his dad. He brought warmth and color to my word. He changed me, and made me feel, complete. If it is true, then he might be the first male ancestor in my family tree, to have this condition. I'm less worried now about him, since I know it's nothing to worry about. But my husband is still concerned, but I never told him the truth. I just hope one day, when he gets older, he'll find that special someone, just like I did. Someone who would cure him, fix him, bring color to his word. He's still too young to know this, but I'll promise. I'll tell him everything, once he's old enough. I know my son will be just fine. I just know it."

After reading that. I had nothing to say. Was it true? Did I really had that condition, what my mom once had. If so, I believed her. And ever since that day, I spent my entire life, just waiting for that day to come. Dreaming of the moment I'd meet the person who would complete me. It's the only thing for me, to look forward to. It's my only reason, to live. Once I turned 15, I was allowed to live on my own, but they would have child service check on me once a week or two. It did annoy me, but it was reasonable, since I'm under age still. I'm sure they'd leave me alone once I turn 18. I'm currently 16 years old, and have gotten used to the normal daily life that I've had over the year. And, I wanted to start high school. As I hoped maybe going there, will help me find that person who would complete me. I got accepted to Akademi high school a week ago. It's the same school my parents went to when they were my age. I still remember my mom telling me the story how she met my dad there as they graduated together. It felt nice going to the same high school my parents went to. It made me feel more connected to them. I know they would be so proud of me if they were still alive. It was the beginning, of a new journey.