Breaking the Madness

Prologue

I was never very good with people. Or should I say, people weren't very good with me. I was always different even as a small child, and I paid the price for it. I dressed strangely, spoke weirdly, heard and saw things that others didn't.
What can I say? I was different.
When I turned eleven people began to see that my reality wasn't the same as theirs, and I was labeled insane. But I don't believe them, I don't think that I'm insane, or crazy or even mad, just different. Just because they can't see it doesn't mean it's not there.

It's not my fault that people learn to hate what is different.

You'd think that my people would be different to others. I mean they are the kind of people who have been prosecuted all through the ages, simply because others were afraid of the unknown. You see my people are werewolves.
And I know what you're thinking, you're thinking that this girl is crazy. That they were right to do all those horrible things to me, because I am obviously insane. There are no such thing as werewolves.
Well guess what? They do exist, I'm one of them, and so are my relatives. For all you know, your next door neighbor could be a werewolf too.

This story is all about them.

Hate is a horrible thing. It can twist a person into something they're not. Make someone do something they'll regret.
We've all seen it all before.
Humans murdering their own kind because of the colour of their skin. Humans bullying and inciting fear in people just because they chose to love someone of their own sex. People torturing innocents in asylums and mental institutions because they are classified as 'insane'.

It's not okay to kill someone because of the country they originated in or the colour if their skin. It's not ok to harm someone because of the person they choose to love. It is not okay for someone who is ill to be sent away or locked up in a way that will only make it worse. It is not okay.

Hate does those terrible things. Hate seeks to destroy.

Hate destroyed me.

But I'm not letting it have the final word, no, the final word will be mine.

And I bet, I could make you cry. That's right, I'll bet you what ever you want.
You'll cry.
I cried.
I cried a lot.
It wasn't fair what happened to me. And I bet that by the end, you'll think that it wasn't fair too. You see, all it takes for things to Change is just one normal person's tears. Mine don't count. I'm not normal.

So cry for me, cry for what was done to me because I'm different, but not just because I'm crazy, cry for all of the people who have been prosecuted because they were different.

And stop hating.

Because that is the only way we can break the madness within.

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Hi! Hoped you liked the prologue! Bet you can guess the themes of the story? .... I'll write the next chapter in literally like a second so it'll be out in like two seconds.
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