The first time I can remember feeling the demon I was about 3 ish and my parents just got a divorce and my mom was in the midst of remarrying. That stress alone is enough to throw me over the edge but I was pretty calm about it. But the night my little brother Michael was born, the voices started.
"Your all alone now, you've been forgotten. They don't love you anymore nor will they ever. But don't worry stay with me and I'll protect you, I just have a few rules, but we won't get into that yet."
That was quite terrifying but you can understand why I followed him. And for awhile after life was pretty good. Nothing major really happened, but I was a lot less social and trusting of people I was pretty good at masking my feelings. Life was pretty good for me that was until 2009...
