The fallen angel, the demon of hell, the murderer, the king of lies and manipulation, all of these are somehow related to me. And even after knowing all of this, my mind is still in a dark scary room, unable to find the path to light. While I was growing up I always used think about being abnormal, different than others. In my mind, I always used to picture a good difference, a difference that people appreciate. Not a difference that always kept me away from others. And yes. I am a freak. And I can't even blame them for thinking like that. I am 18 years old, I live in Miami, Florida with my dad. My mom passed away when I was four in a car accident. And ever since my mom died, dad has always tried his best to be understanding. I don't know the reason I'm sharing this stuff. I guess it's just because I don't want to end up being alone for a moment. I'm pretty sure that most of the people reading this won't even believe that it's true, but I think there's no harm thinking this as a fantasy story. As I look back on my childhood, I can still vaguely remember the strangest things that ever happened to me. If I could go back and prevent that from happening, I would. But I guess that there is just no turning back.