Freedom from that wretched attic.
From being all alone. And being oh so cold...
Mwahahaha I've been set free. Those damned chains 'father' kept me tied down with until I was 'ready'.
I'm moving! All over! Up, down, all around haha!
I've been set loose upon this world, to raze the land beneath my feet, to rot away the festering ties of poisoned authority with each step I take.
Like a plague of roaches.
But with a pretty face.
Or should I say wretched as well?
Either way, I'm free.
Skipping down your street perhaps?
I haven't mentioned The Construct lately have I?
VIVA LA CONSTRUCT BITCHES!!!
I've already got a destination.
In a hospital no less...
In hindsight he is one of the few I actually wanted to meet, not butcher...
Also the fact that he has arms that... from the looks of the pictures and description...
Might cut me in half with one flick of the wrist.
And now that the cashier keeps eyeballing me in this DECREPIT McDonalds, probably because I look like an abused runaway, when in fact those bruises are.... self-inflicted....
With that I must keep moving.
With these words of anarchy spilling heatedly from my lips.
I feel like cutting something open...