Something Special

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You don't belong.

You're so ugly.

Why are you even here.

No-one cares about you.

This is me. This is my story.

February 24. When it all began, when the 'accident' occured. I don't remember, who remembers being born, but my parents have told me all about it. "I carried you for 9 months and what do you give me in return?"

"You kept us both up all night!

"I nearly died, they cut my belly open!"

"You were a silly mistake," said Mum.

"All you did was scream."

"A drunk accident," murmured Dad. It is common sense, a new born baby, what else was I suppose to do except for scream? Also, they named me Y/N. At first it sounds like a lovely name, this was what I always thought. Until I realised what the Pandora's box was. Something that unleashed illness, destruction and unfortunance.(Part of story line, no offence) Perfect name, right? Those words and that name were the words that hurt me, they were the extra baggage at the airport, the one you have to pay for. And, boy, did I pay.