It has been a while since I've felt this. I do not know exactly how long, but I know it has been a while. Ever since my parents died, I have felt nothing; Nothing but anger. Anger at the people who killed my parents. Anger at the men that hurt me. Anger at my parents for leaving me. But mostly, I was angry at myself. Because no matter how hard I try, I will always be just a kid. Nobody will ever take me seriously. Nobody will look up to me. Nobody will ever count on me because I am, and forever will be, a child. Now all I feel is hopelessness. I don't know what to do. I can not ask for help. Who would ever believe me? They would throw me in an asylum, calling me crazy. Calling me a sociopath. They would say I was traumatized, my parents deaths causing me to become insane, but no, I am not crazy. I am not insane. I am just cursed. Cursed to wander the earth for all eternity, watching the world waste away. Cursed to watch my friends, one by one, disappear, their bodies six feet underground. Cursed in this body, this child body, that will never change. I will never grow. I will never love. I will never die.
I am Ciel Phantomhive, and I am a demon.
