Age 7 As I grew older, my mind started changing with my body. my thoughts, and the way I thought started turning against my will. I didn't know what to do. I loved myself. I loved myself so much that it started made me hate others around me. Made me hate humans all together. I hate my school, and i hate my class. I hate my teachers and kids. I hate my mom, I hate my dad, I hate that idiot Laiven and his stupid face. I hate them all. I never was able to get along with my classmates. I was laughed at, bullied and harassed by many students, though I understand why they did this. I would lash out, Scream and cry all the time. I would throw fits at any point that I could, embarrassing myself in front of the whole class. But I wasn't only like this at school. At home I was the same way, and My family hated me for it. They would scold me for my behavior, even though I never listened to them. I was too self centered to care of anything other than myself. Instead of hanging out with kids, I would run into the forest and play with any animal I could find. I strangely found connections with animals. It's not like they have any thoughts or feelings like people do. They can't run away from me, nor yell at me. So I do anything I want. I pick them up, I shake them, I do anything I possibly can to them. Although some don't like it very much. It doesn't matter. I'm the one who's in charge. I'm the one who does what I want. One night I snuck out into the forest once again to find some animals to play with. I Found a rabbit, lying on the ground clearly injured. I didn't know what to feel nor what do to it since it looked hurt, so I picked it up and placed it on a large rock near a tree. I sat with it for a while, thinking of what I would do next, But then my mind clicked. I realized what I should of realized before. I am god to these animals. I choose weather they live or not. I got up from the ground and looked at the rabbit for a couple of seconds. Then I picked it up and threw it back on the rock. It made a squealing sound in the process, but I did not care. I picked it back up and threw it back down, doing this for about ten times more until it seemed to stop moving. I glanced down at what I did. The bloody mess on the rock and the bunny lying there lifeless. I smiled and walked back away from the forest. From then on my mind was changed forever.