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Everything hits the mirror like a knife the other girl looking at me is bleeding the other girl just smiles at the blood she smiles and thanks me the knife in my hands plunged not into the mirror the knife plunged into me the blood dripping from my abdomen pooling on my carpet and my clean clothes the girl looks at me I look at me the one in the mirror I just smile for so long this pain has brought itself slowly and now I can finally feel it the sharp cold knife of lies and betrayal and fake friends with promises of forever don't listen to them the me in the mirror whispers they're lying they're not real they never will be the me in the mir

        Chapter One: Before He Was He. I would say it was a day like any other, but that would be a lie. True, the day had started normal, but after first period that day, my life would never be the same. Things could never go back after they were changed. I rode the bus like every other wretched day. It was the same old noise, the same old crap. The temperature was over one hundred and all the windows were down. A plastic bag flew out the window in front of me. Kids were screaming at each other and fighting. Like I said, same old noise, same old crap. Soon I’d get my license and would never have to ride the bus again. After an ho

    Prologue His hair was constantly in his face hiding his eyes. What would happen if people saw that he was different? That he wasn't like them. Would he be dissected? Or maybe even worse, put up in a lab somewhere and studied. The idea scared him. All he wanted was to be normal. He just wanted to be like everyone else. Never would he be, though. No matter how hard he tried, he would always be different. He would always be a god. Not like The God, no, more like Greek god. His name, you ask? Hades. Brother to Zeus and Poseidon. Son of Ao.  

If I were gone tomorrow Would you look for me Would you remember me Would anyone care? If I told you goodbye Would you ask me to stay Would you cry Would you miss me? If I told you I loved you Would you say it too Would you be happy Would you care?

Are we really who we say we are? Do we actually stand up for what we think? Or are we cowards? Do we go by what others tell us? Is there any trust in ourselves? Or are we other peoples puppets? Why can't we be who we should? Why must our lives be someone else's? Why can't anyone see the special thing that is ourselves? I saw we stand up. Be who we really are. Don't let anyone else judge you or say that you're wrong. Stand on the edge of the cliff and Let It Out.

   Everyone gives their sympothy to the little girl who's parents have died. Everyone has sympothy for the girl who was beaten and bloodied by her older brother. Everyone's sympothy goes to the girl who's broken and alone.   But she doesn't want your sympothey.her parents died when she was five. Her brother beat her every chance he got. Even through all this, she isn't alone and broken.   She's stronger than ever.