Kurzbeschreibung:

Thatcher
There wasnt a moment in my life that I didnt feel detached. My earliest memory is that of my mother looking at me as if I was something to fear. Id never had a relationship with her. The ones I did have were forged from loyalty. Love was a concept that was used to explain a broad range of emotions that one felt. I had very few of those, so I didnt require labels. When a situation presented itself that required a reaction, I thought it out made my decision. Even if those closest to me believed my actions werent something I could control. I let them think it because their misconception gave me power. I was the master of my impulse.
Except once- when wide, terrified gray eyes locked on mine. Shed been in trouble, and my questionable sanity snapped.
That day, I realized my twisted soul wasnt the only thing buried deep inside me. Perhaps it was what my mother had seen in my eyes as a child that kept her from caring for me like she did my...