I wanted to become a beautiful wicked creature. I wanted to go through a long hard process and become something gorgeous, irresistible, and inhuman. Then when people I knew came to me and held out their arms saying, “Oh, you look great. I’m so proud of you. What an accomplishment! Let’s be friends!” I would smile hold out my arms to them and embrace them. And then I would gather their souls in my hands and twist them hard and cruelly, and make them feel every bit of the pain, hardship, loneliness and rejection I had gone through to become this thing they thought was beautiful. Because until I was a finished product, they had no interest in me.
The Troll King by by CarmelH
I wonder where this actually is located.