Born to Kill

"WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME, why won't you love me the way I love you?" He screamed getting quieter towards the end.

"You don't understand, you'll never understand." This seemed to anger him further, as angry as he was I still seen the hurt in his eyes. He was more hurt than angry. Something inside me stirred and I started to be consumed by guilt but I wouldn't show it, I couldn't show it. Emotions made you weak, that's what I've always been taught. Never show your weaknesses, never show your emotions.

"THEN MAKE ME." He screamed, "HELP ME SO I CAN UNDERSTAND."

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL. I WASN'T BORN TO LOVE OR BE LOVED." I said, my voice cracking towards the end as my eyes started to water. I wouldn't show it, I would be strong. Feel no emotions, show no emotions.

"I didn't have what normal kids had, I didn't have two loving parents, I didn't have any friends or siblings, I didn't get to laugh or watch TV, I wasn't even allowed to smile. " I said, the end coming out as a whisper, "My father raped my mother and once I was born, he killed her. I didn't know who she was. I never got to. He only wanted a child to train it to be an assassin. To do all his dirty work. I was born to kill."

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Not good at descriptions so I figured I'd just put a part of the book as the desperate instead. I'm not a writer, I'm not good at it. I'm bored so I decided to give it a shot. Give it a chance I guess? It's probably gonna be shit.