Almost... A Perfect Love Story (Yandere Sim FanFic)

Main Prologue...

My earliest memories.
I remember hospitals,
doctors, examinations.
I was, broken.

The doctors were trying to fix me.
My parents tried to explain
what was wrong with me.
They tried to explain what made me
different from other people.
I didn't understand.

I heard the doctors admit
they couldn't fix me.
They said I would never be
a normal person,
or live a normal life.

As I grew older, I came to understand
what was wrong with me.
I saw other children become happy,
sad, angry.
But, I never felt these things.
I only felt,
empty, hollow, incomplete.

My father desperately wanted to help me.
But my mother,
she was nothing like my father.
She wasn't worried about me at all.
She said that, she was exactly like me,
when she was a child.
She told me that, one day,
I would meet someone special.
she told me that I would meet someone
who would make me feel, complete.

My father did not want to listen
to my mother's words.
He wanted a normal child
more than anything in the world.
He tried everything to make me happy.
But, nothing worked.

I never felt happy,
but I did feel, pity.
I felt pity for this sad man.
I did not want my father
to worry anymore.

And so, I began to act like
the other children.
I pretended to be normal.
my father was happy,
we finally became a normal family.
But, I think he knew,
deep down in his heart,
that I was only pretending.

At school,
the other children mistreated me.
They bullied me
because I was strange to them.
It was, inconvenient.
I realized that if I wanted
to be treated properly,
I would have to act
like the other children.

I started pretending to be normal,
and the bullying stopped.
I learned that everything was easier,
if I forced myself to act
like a normal person.

Eventually, I was pretending to be
normal almost every hour of every day.
I pretended to be friends with people,
I pretended to have hobbies,
I pretended to care when tragedy struck.
But it was all fake.
I felt nothing.
The only thing I felt, was emptiness.

As I grew older,
I became resentful of my condition.
I wanted to experience life
like other people.
I wanted to feel joy,
I wanted to feel sorrow.
I tried doing anything
that might cause me to feel something.
Guilt, shame, regret.
I wanted to feel something,
anything.

But, nothing worked.
No matter what I did,
no matter how, extreme,
I could not feel anything.

My mother's advice was always the same:
"One day,
you will meet someone special."
"One day,
someone will make you feel complete."

I thought about these words,
all the time.
It was the only thing
for me to look forward to,
the only reason for me to live.
Meeting the person who would save me,
fix me,
complete me.
Then, one day.

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

I found him.
I must not lose him,
I must protect him,
I must make him MINE.

I must not let ANYONE take him.
I NEED HIM.
He is EVERYTHING,
he is worth ANY SACRIFICE,
NOTHING else matters,
NO ONE else matters.

HE. WILL. BE. MINE.

He doesn't have a choice...