The Start?

For the next few minutes he was talking about me. He was asking me questions. Questions in which I didn't feel like answering.

He kept the meat opened in front of me and kept speaking. It was like a lecture, never-ending, I only heard faint number of words from him. I was more concentrated on the meat. Looking at it made me feel dizzy, my stomach growl and my head ache.

I'd realize that my eyes were slowly closing on it's own and the room getting darker. I thought I died. But that wasn't the case...

. . .

Seconds... Minutes... Hours... Days... Weeks... Months... Years...

One by one they must've passed on for ages... I may have seen dreams or I may have replayed my memories. Either way I knew that my life was no longer the same.

When did it all start? Why was I separated from all that I had? I knew the story would begin.

I have yet to become a threat to this world...