Do You...(O.C. Backstory)

Hatred

After coming to that realization, I spent most of the day in my box, questioning why my parents didn't care about me since I'm "different." "Mommy, Mommy, look over here!!" I heard a young girl say. I then looked up in confusion and saw a little girl looking down on me. "Jessica, stay away from that, thing," her mother said after looking at me in disgust. She then grabbed her daughter's arm and pulled her away. Admittedly, I was a bit hurt by what that woman called me... and how she said it. It sounded like she said that with pure hatred.
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This kept on for days, weeks, maybe...even a month. Everyone I tried to get close to ran away, and some even attacked me. And I never understood why. I've spent most of my time as an infant begging people to take me in. Sometimes all I do is ask for some food. Some little kids tried to be kind and share whatever they had with me, but their parents always dragged them away before they could give me anything. If I wasn't begging for food or for a home, I would just wonder about what made me so different from everyone else. I could never figure out why.
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A few years of this "routine" passed by: wake up, beg for food or a home, get any type of food taken away from me, get either hit or kicked(sometimes both), question my existence until I fall asleep. I've gotten used to this for a long while now. At this point, I feel like I understand why all this is happening: I have powers. Everyone feared me because of what I could do to them. After figuring this out, I got mad. That night, I got out of my box, and made my way to the forest that was by the town, full of hatred.

~A/N: Talk about petty, am I right? I hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry if it felt a bit short or rushed, procrastination is slowly catching up to me.
D.J.: What kind of excuse was that?!
Me: Look, I'm sorry, ok? I didn't know how to word this part! Anyway, that's all from me, buh-bye!!