I don't have a name. No, that is wrong. I have a name but i don't want to remember them.
When I was just a kid I was outcast by all those around me. Thw only people that accecpt me was my grandpa and my mother.
All of people knew who I really am and they all hated me for what I am and called me A bad Luck. Ofcourse at that time I didn't know who I was.
The look on their eyes made me sick. I always ask my mother and grandpa why they always keep me even when i was different from others. I was just a bad luck to this village.
But they always said that I am special and what others think will not change their mind.
But.... I lost both of them because of the villagers hatred towards me.
And that night I killed all the villagers and I also realise what I am and the reason I was outcast.
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