Alien// Not Born, But Made (Either, Discontinued, Or Gonna Be Rewritten)

Chapter 4... Life went by... Without me

My POV

Everyone thinks I'm dead... Declared dead 2 years ago... It's been 4 years. Wow.... I'm... Dead? To the world? The entire world? Minus the Governments....

I croon loudly, my version of crying... Willow rushes in. "Are you okay buddy?" She asks, petting my head... "The world thinks I'm dead... There was even a funeral for me..." I croon some more. "It's okay... They don't know, no one does... It just goes to show, they care." Her calming voice, and gentle stroking of my head cheer me up. "Thanks... For cheering me up..." She sighs, "Always" she whispers as she leaves.

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I return, to the internet, to Instagram, Wattpad, Facebook... Under a new name... TheLostSoul. I rekindle old connections, without ever letting them know... It's Me.

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Another year has passed... 3 years since my declared death. 5 years since I 'died'.

/messaging/

Her: wyd?

TheLostSoul: Remembering.

Her: Remembering what?

TheLostSoul: Doesn't Matter.

Her: Something is obviously troubling you.... You can talk to me.

TheLostSoul: Like I said, doesn't matter...

Her: Of course it does. And when did you change my NICKNAME.

TheLostSoul: Umm... Last night... And NO, I won't talk about it.

Her: Fine. Gotta go now, bye

TheLostSoul: Bye......

/Wattpad/

*You have a new follower. 3_MC_Jaguar*

!!! Her!? Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Control it. The anger.

/Of internet/

"WILLOW!"

She rushes over. "What's wrong bud?"

"I..I can't control...IT..."

She gasps... "What can we do?"

"I...I don't know...wait, remember, our deal?"

"The one where you said if you go crazy, get the one closest to you, here in America?"

"Yes...that one..."

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The scientists have been gone for hours. And I have calmed down... But it took a while.

I hear footsteps. And I stalk my way over to the door... She... she's here..