Ever since I could remember, my elders called me a beast. And so, I believe I really am.

 

 

 

 As a child, I was forced to kill. I had cried the first time I brought death to a small rabbit. My "mother" scowled and beat me. Hard.

 

 

I have never cried a tear since.

 

 

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Sleeping on a bed of leaves was not comfortable. My back was knotted up and neck felt as if it would fall off. I felt my stomach gurgle, and then I started sallivating uncontrollably. I lifted my self up and walked a few steps before puking. I coughed, trying to get everything out. I puked once more, then used a torn rag to wipe my face. I searched through my small bag, trying to find my canteen. I washed my mouth out with some of my clean water and started moving.

SoundS. I fails. :c

Mooaaarrrrr~