I was the pinnacle of every sin imaginable — hate, lust, jealousy. Everything about me was a reflection of the devil himself. But that was the past... or at least, I like to think it was.
To understand, I should take you back two decades — to my birth.
They say I was born on a quiet night, but something about it wasn't right. My mother told me I didn't cry when I came out. I just opened my eyes and stared.
They said I looked like I didn't belong — not to them, not to anyone.
I guess I never did.
I understood the reason a few years later. It was my first day of school.
I still remember the look on the teachers' faces — that mix of confusion and unease, like they were seeing something that shouldn't exist. And maybe they were.
Because I wasn't normal. Not even close.
I was huge — not just tall for my age, but massive. My shoulders were broad like a grown man's, my hands could nearly wrap around a teacher's wrist. My skin was pale and stretched tight over heavy bones, and my face… it didn't smile the way other kids did. My eyes were too deep, too dark, like something ancient lived behind them.
I wasn't like the other children. I wasn't even close to human.
And as if that wasn't already too much for a little kid to bear (forget for a second that I was huge 😉), they put me at the very back of the class.
Not because it made sense — but because, if they could, they wouldn't have wanted me in the room at all.
And it wasn't just the teachers. The little kids too. They were more than terrified.
They were scared. Really scared. Some even shook just sitting near me.
For a while, I thought they were just being weird. Overreacting, maybe. But... no.
I looked like I'd stepped out of a horror story.
No exaggeration. I wasn't just the weird kid — I was the nightmare.
Now:
Yes, kid. You're absolutely from the fictional world.
And trust me, that's just the beginning.