Take a look at my name for a second, Lacey Mae Call.
Its a cute, little girly name.
Don't ask me why my mom named me that, because personally no one in their right mind would name their half-demon daughter Lacey.
The only thing that my mom did right on the day I was born was not go to a hospital.
If I was born in a hospital, the nurses and doctors would be frightened as to how I could be alive when I had no pulse, no warmth, and no breath.
I didn't have any of these things until I was seven.
The thing is, though, I feel guilty.
If I had pulse when I was born, my mom could have gone to the hospital and have the pain of dying lightened.
Of course that didn't happen, though, and I lived my life as an orphan.
At first, I was sent to the Abyss where I was abused and ridiculed for being a cambion.
However, Aunt Tiffany took me in when I was seven.
My cousin Embry didn't know anything about me being half-demon, and it annoyed to no end when my demonic side showed my capabilities.
I could charm the world in three sentences and make them turn on each other in another five.
Aunt Tiffany taught me better though.
She showed me love and kindness, but the days I spent in the Abyss left scars that no one could heal, just wasn't possible.
At least thats what I thought for seven years, when one day changed my life.
I could safely tell you, though, Embry wasn't very happy.
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-Silent :)