How it started

I've lived my life as a wanderer. I was a freak among freaks. I was alone the only one of my kind. My name is Anastasia Isadora jackson and this is my story. Ive always been alone it never seemed to bother me and I had no idea my way of living was foreign to others. I thought it was normal to be motherless and fatherless. Not a cent to my name, not a soul that would care. Hell I didn't even believe in God or Gods. I worshiped no deity because I didn't believe in something I couldn't see. And if there is a God or Gods they haven't done anything for me. I will tell you one thing I believe in monsters. I bet you think Im crazy trust me i'm not. After being chased by hydra, hellhound, cyclops and etc. You get use to the idea of monster because they're very real and the minute they realize you can see them your dead. The minute you realize that you're not normal you're dead. Because they will come for you and when they do there isn't a deity in the world that will save you. So im warning you close this book. And through it back in whatever hole you digged this up from. Because this isn't some fairy tale where some dashing hero comes saves the world. This is the truth, this reality.

My story starts out on the street on New york. I was a street rat. I wasn't always like this. I use to have a nice home to go to and a warm bed. I'm a runaway. I lived in an orphanage all my life. I ran away at the age of 10 because the priest at the nunnery I lived at tried to force himself on me when trying to discipline me. He told me I needed to pay for my sins. That i didn't even know I committed. I knew I had more than most girls my age. I developed hips early and my bosoms grew in size. The nuns use to swat me with a ruler for skirt being too short but it wasn't my fault the they clung to my hips like glue and my bottom was large and the skirt sat on it. He called me into the office claiming to want to go over my academic report. When I sat down I noticed him getting closer & closer. The 1st time his hand brushed against my thigh I thought it was & accident but I could get rid of the gut wrenching telling that under those robes was a sinister intent ready to do me harm. The 2nd advance he made on me was not as subtle. Honestly he

just out right touched me. Putting his hand up my skirt & started to try to finger me. He didn't make that far because automatically my instincts kicked in & I stabbed him in the eye with the pen on the table besides me. After that I left the church & orphanage with nothing but the clothes on my back.

Im 14 now it's 4 years since I've been on the streets. The 1st year is always the hardest. I was hungry all the times. Baths were a luxury. My pride was to high I wouldn't accept handouts. Whatever I had I stole. I killed if I needed. I was a hard life there's a lot of bad people in the world & the streets are not kind. Especially to a young girl barely 11. By my second year I was 12 life was getting easier. I could actually take baths. I learned how to break into homes now. I wasn't just a pickpocket. Food was becoming easier to find. Everything was going great until the monsters started to appear. It was my birthday August the 18 it comes every year. I was walking in the park. I wasn't doing much I was wandering around the park fountain. I remember being so enthralled by the water fountains elegant markings engraved in its stone. The water was blue glistening in the sunlight. I was so enthralled with the pretty fountain. I didn't notice the looming dark figure that had been following me. Hiding behind the bushes in wait. The minute I spotted him my senses went on overdrive. He must of noticed my hesitance or my defensive position. My back was to him and I didn't like it. I keep walking farther and farther away from the fountain. He lured me into a dark secluded errair. Is this the end I thought. Everything seemed to go blank. The dark looming figure was out in the open now. Its hood off and it's one eye fixated on me like I was the last turkey dinner. Before I could comprehend what was going on he was upon me. His grip was tight and he was squeezing the living daylights out of me. I was short of breath my body had broke out in a sweat. My adrenaline was pumping. I don't know how but I must of sweated so much I slipped out of his hands. I was lucky to have escaped his grasp the minute I was on the ground I ran like the devil was on my heels. This wasn't the first or last time I would see one of those things.