Fractured reality

Introduction

I couldn't bare to think of myself evil. It hurt more than the insults and pain. They didn't know what happened when I was alone. How much I cried. How much I wished Steve would love me instead of trying to kill me on sight. They didn't know about the scars on my thighs and wrists. How I tuck my shirt in so it doesn't lift and expose my pale slitted stomach. They don't pay attention to me because I'm evil and a monster.
Only one man knew of this and he didn't try to help he called me a liar. My own brother thought I was lying. I showed him the scars he called me a monster. I cried in front of him and he said to go hug my mother. He should know it doesn't work that way. I'm alone in this world. Not even my parents will look at me. Mobs scramble and run. No matter where I look there's fear.
I have no mirrors in my home. I can't stand to look at myself and see my pitifulness. How skinny am because I don't eat. How hideous I am. They only see the monster that I don't want to see maybe if they looked deeper they could understand. I don't see the point in hoping for that. Mortals are simpleminded and look no deeper than the surface. Society beats up people like me until they can't take it anymore or just can't get up again. My name is Herobrine and my name causes fear in the hearts of all.