I didn't always believe my parents when they said I was special. I always thought they said it because that's what parents do, or that I was going to be really good at something. I never expected it to be this. I thought someone else would get what I have and then I could live a normal life where I could have a boyfriend, graduate High School, go to college, and have a job.
But now my life is a job. I'm lucky to get a night off. My whole life since this happened has been a series of 'Why me?' But now that I'm sitting here in this room where I have a tiny window to see the world below, a hard bed where I don't even get a blanket, a small sink and toilet, and bars for a door; I realize why my parents said I was special. I realize why I'm in here for the rest of my life.
I now have a new reason to ask 'Why me?' and it's not for the reason you think. Why was I spared? Did they see some hope in me? Why me? I should be dead.
I banged my head against the bars of my prison cell as I remember the accident here just two months ago when I was first put in here. My life will be shorter than they had planned. When they find this place and what I had done, it will be too late and I will be dead. They will see how long I was in there. They will see what I had scratched into the wall.
What they will read is short so I will tell you:
The stories are true. Villains don't get a Happily Ever After.
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They Were Right
Short StoryEver wondered what the Villain was thinking? Did they want to do what they did? Do they regret it? Are they proud of what they did? Were they right all along? Read this short story and find out.