Hard, Cold World
Prologue I used to think the world was a place of madness. The madness that once it consumed you, you became apart of it, unable to break free. A world that is full of ignorance, no control, no sympathy for anyone or any being. I still think of it that way, at times. But my mind has recently changed. My mind now thinks of the world as the place everything can happen. Everything from being an outcast to accepted, and from thinking the world is full of fools to full of confused and curious people. And sadly, my mind was changed by one of those ignorant, no control, unsympathizing fools. Start From early on in life, I decided I was different. I was an exact copy of my father, whose large, rough hands strangled my mother countless times in front of my eyes. My large head, just like his. My honey brown eyes, like his. Even the copper-toned skin, I inherited from him. It seems like I inherited nothing from my mother, except her emotions. The em...