Prologue: Dark memories
There was nothing. No sound; no light, no love. Sometimes I would have strange visions about that lonely place, visiting when I didn't want to. Forgetting that place seemed almost impossible then out of nowhere he would show up there.
He was blonde and beautiful; beautiful but lethal. He was always smiling; I've never seen him without one plastered on his face. Only when he came near me would there be sound. I would always hear it, but never knew what it was. But something told me it was never good seeing as red stuff would drip down my back. There would be light to, as he always seemed to have a glow about him.
Never would he talk to me. He would only stare, with is cold blue eyes. I would always think that if I never saw him again it would be lonely, but it would be worth it.
One day my wish came true, he never came again after that day. But others did; they took me from this place that I had been so long. After that I have no memory of what happened. I can only wonder as to what I have probably forgotten. Sometimes I even wonder if it was real, but I think the scars that run along my back are proof enough should I ever think that it didn't.
My name is Ganesha, and this is the story of receiving of my grace. The one person that would give me anything that I asked for, I would never take him for granted, because I know what it's like to live without love.