Alayce's POV

I'm not the normal human ,everyone made sure I knew that everyday. The girl I saw in the mirror everyday was a freak.
Once society decided to abandon me ,I was kicked out of my home at 5 years old,took from my family ,and to top it all off is no one cried or protested for me. Never did ,Never would. The place where I had to sleep every night was a old abandoned bridge. Nobody was ever compassionate enough to drop 1 damn penny. Then again it's not their fault that they can't feel anything except the most simple emotions it was the nebula scientist organizations fault. They made the serum that they were supposed to take everyday.
Valter serum changes the human anatomy. Human emotions were disabled due to the daily injections ,therefore no happiness, depression, or even love. A world that doesn't have love is a sad one. Although I don't really give one single shit anymore the world has crushed all my hopes and dreams causing the wreckage to rain down on me leaving me trapped, crushing my small frail body.

Not like I care anyways on the topic of love anymore. When I was took away I was dreaming of a fucking price charming on a pure Snow White horse to save me. The day I turned 8 I realized it would never happen in a million years. I live in a world of basically SOCIOPATHS! Oh I'm sorry if you think I'm being sarcastic ,but I've read books the about how the world was a thousand years ago. Everyone could see colors ,they could do things in their own free will, most importantly they could feel human feelings. In their time there was this thing called music. From what I've read about it is amazing. They say it could make you feel different things depending on the genre. Before I die I want to listen to music. My hands propped my head up while I thought. I was laying on a bench next to a brick wall that I painted. I'm not normal at all because I can see all of the colors they can't see. Only they don't know that. If the government knew ,I would be in trouble. They would kill me slowly to punish me for seeing colors. It's completely cruel. The people who were like me couldn't help that their genetics serum for newborns didn't work.
Oh how silly of me, My name is Alayce, number 1756, I'm a homeless sixteen year old ,and oh Yeah I'm the only person left who can see colors.
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Sorry if seems like a filler chapter but this is a new book I'm writing. so hope you enjoy and read on my little readers!