'Who.. are you?' A loud and angry voice sounded through the dark chamber, the walls covered in a blood like substance. 'You've probably come here to laugh at the freak, huh? Well fine! Do it everyone else does anyway.''My original name was lost long ago, in my language ushiro means behind, as in 'left out' or 'outcast'.
It all started on a warm summer day. My parents and I were out on a trip to the meadows, everything was going well until I saw a very beautiful and delicate flower, a small black flower with streaks of white and red kept together perfectly by it's blood red colored stem. Call me girly if you want but anyone with a bit of appreciation for nature would have loved this flower. I decided to pick it and show it to Mother, since she loved flowers. When I came back to my parents they gave me a shocked look. I tried asking what was wrong but then I saw the blood like substance on my hand holding the flower, instantly I screamed and let go of it. There was no pain where the blood leaked out but it looked like a very bad wound. My parents, worried I'd bleed to death, immediately took me to the local doctor, however the doctor could not find a solution to my 'bleeding' hand. Because no matter where he wiped the blood away, there was no wound in sight.
As the days passed the 'bleeding' started to spread, first my hand, then my arm and soon my whole body was leaking a red bloodlike fluid. People started avoiding me, afraid they would get infected by the illness. So, I spent my days with the books, wearing special gloves so I wouldn't stain them, I searched for the flower I picked up that fateful day. After days of searching I found the name of the flower, Xuèna was it's name, the flower of blood. Details of the flower followed. 'This delicate flower may seem harmless, but beware the person to pick it, for it will release it's poison into your blood making your pores produce a blood like substance instead of normal sweat. The poison is not lethal by itself but the bearer often goes mad from all the blood and kills himself within a few days. There is no known cure for this poison' Great, that was VERY motivating.. but maybe now I can get people to talk to me again because I can explain what's happening to me.
My guess was wrong, people started avoiding me more each day and whenever I got to close they'd shoo me away with a stick or something. Even my parents seemed to avoid me and started calling me by a new name.. 'Ushiro' The outcast, abandoned by everyone.
From that day on, I grew withdrawn. Angry at everyone, my parents, the world, myself. I won't let anyone come close to me. Never again.