Prolog
"Ever since my return early this August, I have been insulted in almost every way possible, by most everyone possible. I've been called a snob, freak, stuck up, retard, and many other cruel, unkind names. Maybe I should hate them, but I don't. I know they could never understand the real depth of hatred. And I'm quite sure that in our small junkyard, they have never felt its true wrath. They have never seen the face of the devil. I have. I know. And I have come to believe that my knowledge of it scares them. They can look into my eyes, and find emotion so deep, that it seems to pull them in. It sucks them into a vortex of evil, where the only lights are those that burn in the heart and soul. If that light goes out, you are truly lost to this dark underworld. My name is Demeter, and six months after my birth, I went to hell, and survived. This is my story."
"Ever since my return early this August, I have been insulted in almost every way possible, by most everyone possible. I've been called a snob, freak, stuck up, retard, and many other cruel, unkind names. Maybe I should hate them, but I don't. I know they could never understand the real depth of hatred. And I'm quite sure that in our small junkyard, they have never felt its true wrath. They have never seen the face of the devil. I have. I know. And I have come to believe that my knowledge of it scares them. They can look into my eyes, and find emotion so deep, that it seems to pull them in. It sucks them into a vortex of evil, where the only lights are those that burn in the heart and soul. If that light goes out, you are truly lost to this dark underworld. My name is Demeter, and six months after my birth, I went to hell, and survived. This is my story."