I am a very reserved person but not a very reserved person.
If psycho was a name then maybe you can call me one.
I live my life like fiction, it is a far away land where the unreal becomes real, unattainable becomes attainable, unachievable becomes achievable.
It is a place I take you to feel real emotions that aren't real, meet people you could never have met, hope and root for people who aren't real but they exist in the world of fiction you fantasize.
The world of fiction where everything written is alive and they breathe, only fiction the world of fantasy.
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew.
Then he appeared and took my child away.I was also sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing.
Who was manipulating me I didn't know.
The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language.
I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone.
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on?