1 Prologue

It's been a while since I've been happy, genuinely happy. Not that quick one-day happiness that spreads like the plague. Not a birthday, not an anniversary and not a holiday. I want true happiness, maybe I'm being too greedy, but I can't stop myself from noticing everybody else's. No one speaks to me anymore. They have given up. I feel that I am the cause of my misfortune.

At the age of nine, I was taken and then returned. I got tired of people saying I'm not how I used to be, saying when I was returned that I didn't act like the Person they once knew.

I get it. I feel different too it doesn't feel real to me either. Though it's quite funny how the people who act like they care about me don't put on a good performance. I can see right through it. I find it offensive and quite insulting that they think I'm too stupid to notice. I know I'm not your favorite person, trust and believe your not my idol. As fast as you seem to throw cash at problems to make them disappear...you can't get rid of me.