Growing up with visions about the end of the world isn't easy, but I endured. While I remained in my cell, there was a geriatric man who occasionally came to see me. He told me the most useful piece of advice, "Always listen – hardly talk, if you want to get anywhere. Just listen and your path will be clear." So I followed his advice, I listened to people's conversations, I listened and learned how not to show what I was seeing. Creatures constantly plague my life. Then on my sixteenth birthday; a bright red scar seared down the middle of my sky – forever painted black. Since that day my visions have always been the same. After leaving the asylum, I thought things were just going to get better.
