soulless

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I was nine years old. My brother left me. My parents were dead and I had no one left. I was scared and alone. I went into my room and grabbed a backpack and filled it with thing I would need. After I filled it up I walked out of the house. Warm tears rolling down my face. I walked for hours. Once I stopped I was breathless, tired, and alone. Weeks later I was becoming use to it. But I was starting to only become angry. With myself and at Jack. Every once and a while I hear on the new about a new murderer. I did care. After a while I started to kill animals and have almost no emotions.
I became quiet fit. My sanity lost. I killed some o E for the first time on Halloween. I took their hoodie and mask. It was yellow with black eyes and red mouth.
It covered my gray, blue, and yellow eyes. The hoodie covered my black hair. I adapted to the dark, cold and hunger. I killed more and more for years no one knew who I was. Until I meet a certain person who will stay with me for a long time...

-soulless

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