My name is Sharon. I live on the east side of a particular neighborhood in this small town in North Carolina. I recently moved in from Texas. I live alone, well, at least for now. If it weren't for my abusive parents... they locked me up in our so-called "home", for how many years. They only relied on homeschooling me. They didn't want me to interact with other "humans".
I don't see myself as "human", because humans are vile and evil. Back when I used to go to actual face-to-face classes. I was bullied for being "different". They called me "weird" and... "quiet", as well as "scary". I was often bullied, but there was also this one boy that liked me and did his best to cheer me up. But he doesn't understand... I almost killed him for annoying me once.
The reason for this is because I was born with a brain defection where I can't feel emotions. I didn't even cry when I was born, out of my mother's womb. I was silent, I was actually laughing hysterically, hearing a baby's laugh during its first day in this cruel reality we all live in, is quite terrifying.
That was the only and first, as well as the last time I ever laughed, and will ever in my entire life.
They take me to the hospital almost daily for check-ups, the doctors were baffled and they tried to cure my diseases, but they failed. I was known to be manipulative, lacked empathy, and always had an antisocial behavior of being a menace to society.
I did all those just to at least feel something. But they did nothing. I still felt none. I was an empty husk.
That's when I decided to kill things to feel something. My first murder attempt, which was successful was the family pet, a bunny. I successfully disposed of its body creatively. Which adapted sooner the more I killed more animals. That's when I thought to myself that I wanted to kill something big once I finally hit adulthood.
That's when I haven't killed my parents yet, they were still locking me up, for all the things I've done in my life. I still felt no emotion, whatsoever.
I sneaked out of the house to find my very own human victim to finally kill for the first time. This was meant to excite me, but it didn't. But I definitely was looking forward to it.
That's when I sneaked out of my bedroom by using sheets and clothes tangled together and climbed myself down out of the window.
That's when I found my first victim. His name was Klei. He was wearing his beautiful cloak as if he was a 17th century vampire. He had long emo-like silver hair, but beneath his cloak was a cyan-colored shirt, baggy jeans, silver wallet chain, and a Hermes scarf tucked into his collar around his neck.
I didn't see its face, because it was too dark. He seems to be enjoying dancing around like a loony.
That's when I took my chance and jumped at him and attempted to stab him but he easily grabbed my arm stopping the thrusting, he was smiling at me which I felt my heart feel a pulse and I couldn't understand why. My cheeks felt red and my stomach felt oozing all over my insides.
I was so distracted by his smirk and he rolled over to pin me down. That's when he took out his own knife that was more beautiful than my generic kitchen knife.
It was a butterfly (balisong) knife that had engravings. But he should know that gives him no tactical advantage, whatsoever. Then he stabbed my shoulder pinning me to the ground. Then, he got up and walked away in the distance as he disappeared into the darkness.
By that, I felt something... I thought I caught some kind of disease, but no... it was LOVE. I finally felt emotions for the first time, and my very first emotion all these 18 years... was LOVE~~~!
HE WAS SO HANDSOME. OH, MY GOD! I WANT HIM! I WANT TO KISS HIM! I WANT TO HUG HIM! CLING TO HIM! AND CUDDLE HIM AND KIDNAP HIM, THEN TAKE HIM ALL TO MYSELF!!!~
Ever since, I felt madly obsessed with the idea of love... It was the most beautiful feeling ever...!