Author Note:Ok I am very new to this so have mercy
Prologue: My name is Cynthia Gray and I am eighteen years of age. My life has always been one catastrophe after another. I've never received a break from the demon known as life. It haunts and tortures me everyday. Darkness is slowly continuing to consume my world. I pray I won't end up submitting to the power the darkness emits just as my mother did. Sheila Gray, my mother, fell into a depression when my father, Robert Gray, passed after being shot in a drug bust while on duty at the age of thirty. He was the best officer this city had ever known, but now… My mother died of a drug overdose when she was thirty-three years old. One night I could hear her muttering to herself after she had smoked the last bit of what she calls her 'crystals of life'.
"He'll come back because of these crystals. He always comes for the people who have them". I assumed she was thinking that because my father always got the drug cases he'd come and find her. The drugs were consuming her mind little by little.
I didn't cry when she died. I knew I'd eventually be alone in this world. Nothing ever came as a surprise to me. It was as if I had a sixth sense for knowing when pain would come to my heart. Even with this strange ability I couldn't force away the darkness eroding my heart away ever so slowly. It wouldn't be long before I was submerged in it just like the rest of this city. All I know is I must continue to fight and not let anything or anyone get in my way. I must be one with no heart, feelings, or emotions. I must be…blank.