Daniel

Prologue:

Before they died my parents thought nothing of my strangeness. They were both naturally strange and crazy people so they cosidered nothing of the way I would talk to a wall or a chair as if I were talking to a person. They thought nothing of the scratches I would get on my body or the uncomfortable positions I would sleep in around the house. It wasn't their fault they didn't know I wasn't sleeping but unconsiouss.

They mistook my peculier behavior as the outcome of the mating of two very weird people. They may have been very weird, but they were verywrong and they both realized that when at age five I killed them.

After that I learned to get away from others when it happened, to almost control it if you will, and when I was 12 I was adopted by a sweet couple who could not have children. I've been with them for five years and they still have no idea. It was better that way. Only one other person knew about me and that was my best friend Nicholas. He had found out when I had an accident at his house. He'd stood by me since, helping me when something happened and keeping me sane.

That was the important part. the state of my mind. I had a psycologist but I just told her what she wanted to hear. Nicholas was my real psycologist and I think he knew it, it explained the way he was so protective of me. You see, I am a rather gangly fellow. All limbs as my adopted mother would say. Long legs and very uncoordinated, I wore the same things every day. Black jeans, black converse and black hoody. You could usually find me with the hood pulled and headphones in my ears. You know, to block out the sounds of the dead.