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My name is -------- odd name? Yes.
Anyway I am odd, too odd. From age 4 till now I was this way. But now I feel different in a vary good way. But I need help, as anyone can see.. When I was young it seemed like all the people I loved died, But I didn’t care at the time..I did not know how to take death. So many deaths I got used to them. My first best friend got killed..well killed herself. Just like so many of them. I used to think if it was me, Till more died. I was then fine with it then. Evan now people die next to me. Well not next to me but near at least. I find it funny when people cry now. It made me think of when I did. But that is a lie, Just like most of the stories I was told as a child.
At age 5 I was not able to have good dreams, But I wanted to be happy just like all the other people who would die the same as me. But no my mind did not want to be happy. It wanted to be weird and give me dreams of monsters I still remember. Sadly one became my friend and he was there at all times. He was my friend that did not die...he never did. In my mind I was still sad, I know that he was not real..But I still see him but only a night when my eyes let me see far into the dark. My friend is there. He still talks to me just like his other friends.
At age 7 I was not anything like a sweet cute little girl, I was ripping cutting the heads off of toys. It was fun for me. Till I got bored with that. I drawn into my walls or anything left normal.
Age 9 my friend let me meet my...other friend...he was not normal just like me. I started to think of him as a father. He talked into my mind. It took so long for me to get friends who did not die. I was happy. I hade a new father, A new brother, New sister and some new pets.
Age 10 I found out I was on of them, I did not look like one but I was. I was loved by people who others feared. I was happy to be one of them. People died but all of use are still alive. And happy.
Age 12 I found out something that made me the same the fact that I would still die. But I did not want to die from some random car crash or a killer. I wanted to be lost. I wanted my friend to kill me if I was not needed anymore.
Age 13 was the I was the same but I did not want to live a normal life with the others, but only with them. My best friends. My new family. All my pets. They loved me just like I love them. I was crazy but still human. It was also the age when I had a accident getting my mouth cut open on the right side.
Age 14 I was evan more mad at what I only call the ‘’Others’‘. But it was rare for me to attack them. I found that cutting into my skin would help, it did. I would scar marks into my skin it was my own art I would never lose. And this year I found out about a creepypasta guy names Jeff the killer and it came to my mind why do they fear him? I would have done the same thing as him. I know we are different by a lot but something just makes me like him. I think it was his face. It was like his own artwork. It seemed that we have the same smile from the right side.
