As I ran from the house that was always in an uproar, I could not only try to always think of a way out, but I am the only one who can see these things. the only one that can see the demons that seem to rant my life and don't seem to go away. I tried to go to the only person who I thought that could help me, but I was too late, the demons had already gotten there before I did. they knew where I would run. where my only safe haven would be. this is how it all started. I still remember it like it was just yesterday, because it was yesterday. where did I go wrong? what did I do that day that led them to take possession of my life? it would be a year before I figured out what they wanted to do to me. a year to find out what they needed me for. That's what I thought until I met them...
