So what if you think your whole life that you are a freak and the only ones, who love you, are your parents and an aunt, not even your sister has faith in you. Your brother has lost his love for you a while ago? Well I most certainly don't believe that from being a freak that I am a witch and then too suddenly find my "soul mate" and find out I’m a powerful witch all in one day! I should be going insane by now, but I seem to be taking this in strides. As days pass by I question if I am really Michaels “soul mate” or not. If I am falling deeper into a pit filled with lies. Or not.