My name is Missy and I am the Red Rider,
In other words, I am War.

When I hold the sword, it is like I’m a whole different person.
It is not me.
War is a hero,
But I, I am not.
I am just a girl full of rage.
I am just a girl who was treated with no respect,
Because of my habits.
I was the freak,
They called me names like cutterslut and emo.

This all started with him.
He was the cool guy,
I was just a nobody...
Until the day we were together.

As time past, we wanted to go further,
In our relationship.
We were going to make the big move,
Then he saw my scars.
It ruined everything.

He called me a freak.
It really hurt at first, but months later
I got over it,
or I just got use to it.

His friends started calling me names too.
Then everybody started.
I started to believe it.
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Then one day he invited me to a party,
I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t resist.
I had to go.

I wanted to go, and be seen.
People would know I could be alone, and happy.
But then I saw him.

He called my name.
I walked away, I didn’t need him.

I saw Erica, she was my best friend,
My only friend.

As we were talking he came up behind me,
He grabbed me,
He said he loved me.
He kissed me.

I couldn’t stop,
I couldn’t resist,
I couldn’t control myself.

He led me to a bedroom,
I got undressed, he told me to pose.
I did as he said.

Then all of a sudden,
He yelled “NOW!”
All the doors opened, people came pouring in.

I was completely revealed,
Every little part of me...
Including my scars.

I ran home as fast as I could...
Finally, I got to hide behind a bush and put my clothes back on.
I kept running until I reached home.

All I could think was I need the blade,
I need to see the blood fall out of me.
I need relief.

I went up stairs to my lockbox.
Opened it,
Glad to see what was inside.
It was my only escape.

I sliced my skin.
It wasn’t enough, I kept going.
Faster and faster.
More and more blood.

Until, i cut too deep, in the wrong spot.
I hit an artery.
My knees felt week,
I fell to the ground.
My head suddenly felt 10 pounds heavier,
It was difficult to hold it up.
There was blood everywhere...
I was dying.

Suddenly, Death appeared.
He told me to open the box,
It was smeared red from the blood on my hands.

Inside was a sword,
I didn’t understand...

Then he simply said,
“You can choose death, or the sword.”
I didn’t know how to respond.
“You should probably hurry, your dying, remember?”
So, I chose the sword.

That is how I got my second identity.,
War.