There aren't many people who know what kind of life I've lived. It's just not worth sharing. Painful and slightly brutal. Most people ask me how I survived it.
It's hard to tell them that I didn't.
They usually take that as an emotional response.
Then I have to tell them that my father has killed me once.
Yes, that's right. I've been dead before. Not pretty, I tell you. Really traumatic.
Don't believe me? I have the scar to prove it. It forms a ring around my neck. You're smart enough to figure out what that means...
I'm not going to go into it. I don't want to. You don't want to hear it either.
I'm not a typical person. I know this from the powers that I have.
I still do not know if these powers are actually mine. Or if they were given to me by my parents. Or if they were a part of the experiments.
What's typical these days? I'm not sure. There's a lot of things that I don't know. After all, I didn't have a "typical" upbringing. My parents are creations of a underground pr