Once I was successful...once I was cared about...once I was famous...once I was evil...Once...I was Human...

Now, as I walk the streets, crowds gather, people stare, children cower, and mobs gang me. They tell me I'm no longer welcome...that once where I was useful, now I am disgraced.

My anger boils...one time I lost control...one time I was angered...one time, but so much loss. It's hard to not fight back when they crowd around you, flaunting their "normality", calling you a monster, pushing you around... I endured it for a while, but then I could take no more. My anger swelled within me burning into a deep rage, a pure hatred, a boiling furious storm. Then it was like all my being cried out in that moment of pure anger and pain...perhaps the memory fueled that anguish I felt as well...but the next thing I saw was people littered among the streets...all those who had forced their hatred upon me, and had now paid for it with their lives...

In my fear I fled, nothing but a sapphire-black streak on the midnight sky with nothing on my mind but to stay out of the hands of those that wanted me dead. Here is where I came and here is where I stay...alone in this world with no one who understands...a sole survivor it seems....or am I?

~Sapphira~

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