I'm a girl who always wanted to be alone. It wasn't my choice but I had to. If I wanted to play with other kids, my parents didn't let me. They said I didn't belong te be with them. But I didn't know why. I had a little sister and I loved her. She was the only one that always stayed by my side. But after a while she also left me. When I was 13 years old I began to find out why I couldn't play with other kids. One day I was walking with a girl from my class that I always walked with. That day she fell really hard to the ground and she broke her leg. She asked me to help her but I said that I didn't care and just walked off. She told that to the teacher and then they wanted to speak to my parents. When they met, I overheard everything. My parents said that I don't have feelings and never felt something like pain, anger, sadness, kindness or jealousy. They said that I never cared about something and told the teacher that I'm sick.

The next day at school everyone kept staring at me. They looked at me like I did something wrong. I heard them saying and whispering things to each other. But as usually I didn't care. When we where in class I walked towards my desk and then I saw that there were things written on it like 'emotionless freak', 'monster', 'you're heartless', 'I wish you were dead', 'you're sick' and more stuff like that. But the worst part was that I didn't care. And that was the day when all the kids at my school started to bully me. They bullied me every day. They hit me, tore my books, pour water over me, write things on my desk, pull my hair and more. I didn't like school but that made it worse. At home it wasn't really nice either. My parents where always whining why I was late and than they'd hit me because of that. I didn't get food and was always locked up in my room. My sister was on my parents' side. I didn't know what I did wrong. She just left me. We loved each other so much when we were young. Then I was just sitting in my room and thinking. I was thinking of how my life would be if I did have emotions. Would I be happy? Would my family be happy? Would I have friends? Wouldn't I be alone anymore? How is it to have emotions? Wouldn't I be bullied anymore? I don't know why I'm thinking about that. Why am I born like this. Is it because of me that my sister left me? Wil I be like this forever?

Than I thought "Is there something wrong with me?"