I was cold, so cold. Dusty air filled my empty lungs feeding stale oxygen to my brain and organs, I opened my eyes, my sight blurry, colours merged together as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. My stiff fingers twitched as I tried to move them to rub the blurryness from my sleepy state.

A noise startled me coming somewhere from my right. I looked over and saw a young man,thin and pale , with a far off look in his eyes. Creator. Master. Father. All these feelings rushed over me at once. Love. Kindness. Acceptance. I sat up waiting for us to bond as father and son. Suddenly a strange noise came from my master again. I looked at him properly now, his eyes were wide in fear, a single tear littered his face. A face masked in disgust and revulsion. I turned my head trying to deduce what he was so disgusted by, but all I could see was dusty instruments and darkness outside the old rain stained windows.

Then realisation hit.

Was staring at... me? With such hatred and accusation. But why? This wasn't the greeting I was meant to have. He, my father should not look at me the way one might look at... I took I step towards him holding out my hands to him, yearning for his embrace and acceptance, willing him to see that I was normal and just wanted to be loved. But I never experienced that moment with my father, instead he turned and fled leaving me in this strange world confused, alone and rejected. I then did the first and last thing I would ever learn from my father, I ran.

The forest floor was hard on my manipulated skin. I had run at least a day trying to get far enough away from the creator, I decided to find shelter and food. I didn't really understand why I knew how to do this but the moment food touched my lips it was all worth it. Later that night I sat up right leaning on a hard barked tree looking up at a silver globe in the sky. It looked lonely but beautiful, it's only company in the endless dark sky was the stars, and yet it seemed at peace and calm. I wish I could have that same inner peace.

Throughout the day I was distracted by the wonders of this earth; the creatures which sat in trees singing beautiful melodies, vast mountings stretching as far as my eyes could see and all the delicious smells of foods, flowers and the trees. However this all changed at night; when the questions came; why didn't my creator want me? why was I rejected? Who would ever love me if my own father doesn't? My fingers brushed over something as I rubbed my arm breaking me from my questioning trance. I stopped and looked down, shocked at what I saw all over the joints and other parts of my body... Why was I covered in scars?