ExpiresYesterday
(Divergent from the perspective of Peter Hayes)
History is written by the good. It is just a simple fact of life. If the person writing is not good, they will twist the narrative. But what happens when a monster tries to tell his own story? Is he capable of redemption, or will his version of history disappear, a remnant of a boy who nobody could be bothered to care about until it was too late? Either way, even those who are irreparably broken have a story to tell, and this is mine.