July 17th, 1975. Outside temperature of only ninety degrees that day. It's also the day that I was born, only weighing eight pounds and two ounces. The only child of Olivia and Sgt. Harold Beeman. And the last person that my mother saw of the outside world.
The day that I was born, my eyes were close and they stayed closed for two weeks on end. But when they finally did open, she went insane. She called me the Devil and Satan, all because my eyes were red. The doctors and dad, they tried to calm her and explain the situation to her that I was born without pigment in my eyes, but she wouldn't take their word for it. She rather have me dead than see the spawn of the Devil walking around, ready to kill innocent people. And she almost did kill me, she even said to end the line of the devil, and dad took matters into his own hands.
Dad got a restraining order for mom to never touch me again, then he put her in an asylum as she went insane and ended their marriage. He did this to protect me, and we moved from Albuquerque, New Mexico, to Drexel Heights, Arizona. I haven't seen my mother since then, and my dad never got remarried after those events. I don't think he fully recovered from it still.
And as the days went by, dad would put me in a daycare each day for work and he would pick me up after work was over for him. He kept me close to him as best that he could, cause he was afraid of losing me. He lost mom to her unrecoverable mental state, and he doesn't want me to lose myself to my mental state too.
Guess that's basically it of my first few years of life. I never really understood everything until I was teenager and everything was explained to me. I'm not going to say who exactly, cause she comes later here. There are other things that I need to tell you, but you'll be caught up to speed in my story, so don't worry. And it will be explained why I am telling you the story of my history.