You wander alone in these halls. Always have, with no one to listen or comfort you. Forever have you heard whispers behind your back, have always had to listen and bare how they broke your spirit. Your name is written in blood, those before you with the same name have been easily seduced by blood or the sound of battle.
Just like you.
It runs in your veins, you can hear its call. Always, forever haunting you like a faint memory, close enough to be sensed but too far away to be recalled. Alone in these halls. No one is like you in any way.
They talk, they stare. But they never understand. And will never do so. Alone you are in these large cold stone halls, with no one there to console you. And you seem to drift farther away with each breath you take.
Emptiness fills you, blending with the anger and hatred that rage within you. They don't understand. They don't want to, and you can't make them. They won't see, because they are blind. You're different, so different no one wants to know you. They will always continue to taunt you, break you, not knowing they will need you, one day. But you have seen it.
They will need you. Need you so badly it almost hurts. But you know you won't help them. Oh no, not after all those years of torture. You'll stand there and laugh when their shrieks of terror echo in the halls you now walk and live in. You will laugh when their crimson blood stains the marble floor. For you are always alone.
You will not pity anyone. No one has done anything that would make them deserve any sort of feeling but rage towards them. They wonder why you are like this, and you know the answer. They have taught you to be what you are. These people who call themselves kind, generous have created a monster. They have avoided you, always tried to break you.
And that stoked the hell-fires within. They have taught you nothing but hate, these people, who liked to call themselves loving. They are arrogant narrow-minded. They looked down upon you because you were different. Alone. Always alone.
And you know you'll forever be. But you won't harbour any regrets. You don't need anyone. You never have. Depending on another means one is unable to handle life on one's own. But that's something you can do, right? You're alone, and that's why you can take on the world. Alone.