Being born as an unwanted product, I naturally understood that i need not exist.
At 5, I was thrown away to a garbage dump, left to scavenge for food, to look through each and every single item there is, consuming as much as 1 small bite every single day. My stomach slowly got weaker and weaker, the acid inside decaying parts of it. Diseases plagued me, parasites roamed my body.
One day, I died.
Even now, I have no record of what happened that day. I remember the void that I was in before I once again opened my eyes with a renewed vessel.
Being reborn with a clear head, I wished to take revenge on those that wronged me. Those who looked down on me, called me names, physically hurt me.
But having accomplished my goal, I realised what I had become.
I strayed from the path of revenge. I had become a beast, killing whenever I felt like it. The people feared me for what I had done. I also fear myself for what shall come next.
So to whoever is reading this.
Kill me. I need to die. By now it might be too late, but you must try.
Do it before it's too late.
Do it before a terrifying calamity is released upon this world you treasure and live in.
To help you, I have sealed myself in my own realm.
The realm of
Forsaken.