1 Chapter one: Childhood/Backstory

The first memory I have if my childhood was my mother trying to calm me down. I was afraid for there was a ghost in our house. My mother could not see it for she was not as special as I. The ghost was not mean however how would you act if a woman missing half her face showed herself to you right as you woke up? I soon realized that others could not see the ghosts as I could. At school I was picked on for having red eyes. not to mention a tattoo that my mom said I got from my real parents. My mom said that my real mother was a strong yet beautiful woman who had a mean personality. My father was like an angel nice and strong. For being the child of two strong people I was not.