I am what I am. I started my life as a person no different than anyone else. Started my life innocent, vulnerable, and ready for what was to come. Years went on and I learned about right and wrong and the world around me. Little did I know that one day I would be something more, something you only read about in fairy tales or other mythological tales.
It was my 21st birthday; of course, there was a celebration for the day. Friends and I had stayed out late; we met a strange group of people and went to their house to hang out. It was a luxurious house; 3 different floors, 27 rooms, 2 kitchens, and glamour beyond the imagination. It was there that it happened, a curse, if you will. I can only remember a sharp pain, a will to die, and hope fading.
