I really wanted to be someone. There I said it. Is it strange to you that I do? I'm sure at some point in your life you wanted to be someone. Why should I be any different? Who am I? Well don't you know? I'm called the Night King. Oh yes. I'm the night terror, the vicious one that all cats fear. But you see there's more to me then you'll ever know, or understand. I suppose it's that way with all villains. The thing you must understand about we bad guys is that we aren't born that way. We reverted to that way. We turned into a villain. As I tell you my story, maybe you'll come to understand who I am. Why I did the things I did. Maybe not. Maybe I'll remain a mystery to you forever. Rather you reject it or not this is my story. I'm going to tell you who I really am. You can take it or leave it. It is my own, it stands as my own. So here it is.
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I always thought I was born into the wrong family. My mother, Maisy (Mazy) never seemed to like me all that much. She refused to give me any attention, never said she loved me, and didn't seem to care about me. I remember one time I had broken my leg and was crying because I'd been bullied. It hurt like fire. I cried for her, desperately. She never came. She left me there, wounded, in pain and crying. What mother does that? I'd love to say my father, Diamond was different. But he wasn't. He never visited me, never cared to inquire if I was all right. He just treated me as though I didn’t exist. Like mom. My siblings weren't any better. They blossomed over moms love for them. They lapped her attention. But left me there in the dirt, like I was nothing. This rejection tore me terribly. I don't know how many times I sat there by the river that flowed by our garden home, wreathing in agony, because my family never loved me. They never tried to comfort me during those times; instead my own kin just laughed, and went about their lives. I can't believe they failed to see my hurt. So rejected, shredded to bits I grew up. I didn't know the meaning of love. Then that I met Alanza. That cat was as gorgeous as a flower, with the personality of an angel. I thought she was perfect. I still am haunted by the memories of those moonlit nights together. It makes me cringe remembering the things I whispered to her ears. We promised that we'd never leave each other. Then what do you know? She left my in the rain by myself heartbroken and worn out. I felt useless. I was exhausted by the endless hurt, and rejection. As I stalked off into the night I decided I'd be heartache and terror, their worst nightmare. I scraped my claws across the dirt. Cats would pay for everything they had ever done to me. They didn’t deserve anything less.
To be continued . . .