As i stand there listening to my father yell at me for the stupid things ive done in my life i cried. I just couldnt bear the pressure anymore....so i turned and ran for the door. i dont know whats wrong with me....i never understood why i was so different. as i ran down the dark street the lights started to flicker. i looked up threw teary eyes to see a picnic table under a cherry blossom tree. it was rare to have seen one.....i always thought of them as a sanctuary.
i sat there and just watched the flowers fall it was calming and i lost the sense of time. thats when i hear a russle behind me.... "whos there?" i asked.....there was no awnser...as i turned around i saw a little kitten just sitting their. *sigh* i quess they really dont care about me after all..... i thought. as i sat there with the cat now on my lap...i thought about how i could hide this difference. its not like i tried to be different. when i heard the sound of laughter coming from around the corner i lifted my hood up so no one would see me. i had to hide my ears....
my dad always said there was something wrong with me. i just didnt believe him until my 17th birthday. when everything was brought into persective. im a demon....