Prolouge
It was that window, that window, everyday it showed me what my potential realy was, it showed me who I realy was, It showed me what I realy was, just a thin peace of glass keeping me warm, giving me light and showing me sights, it is one thing that without it a house could not be a house, a person could not be warm and a person would not have light, such a small thing in ones life and yet still it flashes by so forgotton by people everyday, but I saw the window, I knew what it was realy there for and dispite that I could not be taken in by its mist of the minds disquise, not me.
Hand clenched, arm pulled back with a blood lust for the real world I could not hold it back, I told myself that it was time for me to see the real world, the only way in which i knew, or atleast I thought I did. . .
