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.
. . .
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 . . .
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