Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
- Excerpt from Alone by Edgar Allan Poe


My Parents never understood my drive to learn and excell.

My dad though it was unnatural that I'd rather stay home on friday and saturday nights reading manual after manual, history after history, book after book than go out with people my own age playing sports and screwing girls.

My mother just thought I was strange and a bit frightening in my obsession with everything. But she defended me against my father whenever he started going on about how I was growing up to be a fag and he wouldn't have it in his house.

It was fairly easy to arrange the accident, though I sometimes regret killing my mother. But not much. I don't think she would have understood why I was doing this. Why I need to do this.

It will take years for my plans to come to fruition, but for now I shall become a watchmen, help protect humanity in a smaller way.