I am stuck in this cold shell, alone, 'protected', afraid. I'm cold, so very cold, and I want to die, but this, suit, this box, this prison is keeping me alive. The creator of my personal hell thought he was doing us a favour, but he was so wrong. Every time I speak it sounds like I'm screaming, I hate my new high-pitched robotic voice. When I cry it comes out as rage, I don't want it to but I can't control it. Every beat of my heart is pure agony, every inch of my life is hell. I am forced to kill and I hate it, I can't even talk to anyone. I want to feel the warms of the sun on my face once more, I want to see the stars trough my own eyes one last time. I used to take these things for granted and now I realise how stupid I was. Every time I say my real name from within my shell it comes out as "I am a Dalek." and my heart breaks every time that I hear those words. But the only words that I want to say to the most important person in my life are: "I love you..." but it's to late for that, I said those three words but my suit of armour changed those amazing, wonderful words into "Exterminate...." There was a flash of light and she lay dead before me... I had killed her by telling her how I felt about her... I wanted to scream, to cry but the voice of my shell screams "Exterminate" every time I want to express my feelings. I don't know how many people I have killed, but I didn't mean to take any lives. Everyone deserves to live, even the monster that locked me in this metal container. I want to say one last thing before I attempt to activate my self-destruct one more time. I want you to know my name, my real name. I am a Dalek...
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