Filthy. Disgrace. A mere smudge to the villages name. Monster. These are the things that he had gotten used to hearing since he was small. All he heard was anger, disgust, and accusation in the voice...,but there was something more. He could tell... they used it as a cover. They tried to hide it, but it was plain to see. Their eyes reflected fear and those eyes made them seem like it was his fault that it had happened. His fault that this came to pass. His fault... 'Why?' he always wondered. 'What's wrong with me?' 'How did this happen?' 'Was it really my fault?' His family... ha, what family? He was all alone in this world. Friends? What are those? If they existed, why didn't he have one? He had stopped believing in stupid words. They were all lies anyways, so why trust? 'Because... you can't prove you are what they say you are... you want to prove that your just as good as them, maybe even higher...' the voice paused. 'Because your heart won't let you...' it finished before going back to sleep in the recess of his mind. It gave him some thing he hadn't had in a long time. It gave him hope and will. That's why he made this side of himself. Loud. 'I want to be heard...' Bright colors. 'I want to be seen...' Persistent. 'I want to be know for something other than monster...' Always positive...'Don't let them see through my cracking shell, to the broken child inside... Please...'
This is what he became... this is what he is... he was trying to hide his pain by a facade of 'I'm fine..'
Give in to nothing... Trust no one... Don't give them a reason. Every time he shouts to his comrades "Hi!"..."Hello!"... or even just "Teme!", do you hear it? Not greetings... Cries of help... 'Help me... I don't understand... Please... Can you hear me?' Can anyone hear him? Can anyone see him? Can you see me?