[ WP ] You get a deep cut for the first time in your life , instead of bone or muscle , you see wires .

I knew it! I always knew. But no one ever believed the quiet and shy guy in the back of the room. As I walk down some rainy street with my hood up, I begin to wonder when it started. Hell, I may have been born this way. I can smell the wet asphalt and the smog of the city which almost clung to the ground, greeting my nose with disgust. I was walking down this random street because only 20 minutes ago, my life changed forever. I do n't even remember what I was doing. Chores, maybe. I remember that stupid old tin windmill my grandpa kept from some battlefield in world war 2. It had some sharp edges on it, so we tried to avoid it. Except today I did n't. I felt the pain immediately. On my right shoulder just above the tricep. I dropped whatever I had and instantly grasped it in anticipation of the surge of blood. But there was none. I could feel how much it hurt and how deep it was. There has to be blood, I thought. My grandma panicked and ran over with a towel. Obviously she was expecting a river of blood as well. But when nothing showed up, she moved my hand and gasped. The look on her face was one of the highest form of disbelief. `` What?! ``, I asked in a panic. `` What is it Oma?'' We came from German ancestors. They arrived in America during world war 2. Just before my grandpa was drafted. He met my grandma a year after he came back while working at the local market. She took a step back from me and put her hand over he mouth. I just repeating `` what? What is it?'' Over and over as if repeating it would magically make her understand what I was about to see. I went to the large mirror she has hung up in the living room. I moved my hand to take a look and almost fainted. Where muscles and blood vessels should have been, there was metal, machines, and wire. It was all lubes by what looked the most organic motor oil I've ever seen 
 
 Finish later.
