- Sometimes you just wonder what you are exactly. You try so hard to fit in this society, but you know that you'll never be like them. You hear them calling you monster, weirdo and it hurts to realize that they will never accept you. Sometimes you don't even know what you are yourself, you look at your reflection in the mirror wondering why it had to be you. Nightmares haunt you about what made you become the monster you are now. You feel like there really is no place for you in this world. Eventually you start to believe that they are right, that you really are a worthless monster. But they're not right.

- How can you know?

- Because I'm just like you, but with a place were I belong.

He reached out his hand towards me.
He made no questions, no further comments.
He didn't seem to care at all about my completely white eye now covered in a black patch, nor about the white bunny puppet on my shoulder which talked when my lips couldn't move, nor the thread on my lips that sealed them together.
I looked up at him, half his face was covered by a white porcelain mask, the other half was decorated with the most honest smile anyone had ever given to me. His eyes seemed made of glass and they were light pink. I had never seen eyes like his, was he blind? But he didn't seem like it... Probably he was just wearing lenses, but it was really difficult to guess what was going through his mind if I couldn't see his real eyes. Under his right eye there was a little red heart painted. His black long hair tied in a high ponytail made a beautiful contrast with his pale face. He was tall and muscular. Not the "I-kill-myself-in-the-gym" kind of muscular, the of muscular from someone used to work hard lifting weights. All his body seemed to irradiate some kind of misterious elegance, like a dark purple butterfly whose beauty is different from any other butterfly but is still beautiful nevertheless.

He didn't move or talk even though I had been staring at him for a rather long time. My eyes swifted from his face to the stretched hand in front of me. Gracious slender fingers slightly curved upwards. Inviting, like the warmth of the home's fire on a cold winter night.

He reached out his hand towards me, and I took it.

- Welcome home darling, you are one of us now.

And somehow, I knew that he was right.