hellion

i thought i was an average person for my entire life until the day i died. but lets not get to ahead in the story, a weak before i died i was normal-ish. i was a 17 year old with mild aspergers and a mediocure family. before i died i would go to school go home then go on the computer and that was my day, weak, and month. baseicaly i did nothing but watch tv and read. but the day i died i was crossing a train track in the rain when i tripped. i rolled over just in time to see the train coming at me and guess what the last thing that went through my head" i think my homeworks ganna be late" stupid right. then darkness i started to hear things, people were saying "hes a john doe" and "no identity" then i woke up but naked in a morgue. after that i slipped out of the room after taking some clothes. it seamed that there was an emptyness inside that felt like it needed to be filled and as soon as i saw another living person i new what the urge was for. it wasnt like a movie i wasnt hungry for blood or flesh like a vampire or were wolf i was hungry for adrenaline, for a fight, and for pain. i wanted to kill and i wanted to be killed but i had a funny feeling that i was the only one on earth who could be killed.