Prologue:

I don't know much about myself. I know I have layers. I know there are mountains of details in my skin and fields of memories in my eyes. I know there is something about me that is different, something that I don't even know if it's human. But I don't know what these contain, what makes them the landscapes within my bones. Although I do know one thing.

I know I'm absolutely screwed.

This isn't news really, crap is always being thrown my way but at this point in my life I'm in way to deep.

I know there is something in me that I don't know if I can control. But its important, apparently. It will save people. And that's a little bit more than frightening.

This is tedious, I know, " Just get a long with the story already, Jamie, I don't care about your inner monologue." Well, tough luck. This story is ridiculously long. Read it or not, I don't really care much either way.

But just know this- once you dive head first into this world, there is no going back.