It’s not enough. Being normal has never been enough for me. I saw the imperfections in everybody around me. I knew I had to be better than them. I strived. I reached.

I’ve been broken. My life lies in bits and pieces, scattered to who knows where. All because I’m different. I have to be the one to rise above all the abuse. All of the negative influences of the era, which are omnipresent nowadays. But most of all, I have to fight frikkin’ 10 foot tall monsters on a daily basis.

I’ve been able to see things of paranormal nature since I was born. I’ve had encounters with the paranormal since I’ve been born. I have had to kill from the time I sprouted my first words!

That’s alright. I know what normal is. I don’t fear the demons. I don’t fear being unnatural. I don’t fear death. I hate this life. I wish it could end.

But my job is not done. I must eradicate those who would prey upon the weak. I am a protector, yet the most distant person from society.

I’ve been blessed…with a curse.