It all started when i entered fourth grade. idiots and immature children running amok like savages. I was just minding my own business while this one kid was yelling at me all I wanted to do was read my book, but no I guess the world had other plans for little Emory. he made me so mad just yelling and yelling yes I know I could've just got up and walked away but I guess my arm had a mind of its own, with in a slit second I punched this kid so hard he started bleeding. I swear this was the moment I knew I loved seeing others in pain it was when I realized he was there in my mind playing with me fucking with my brain. From then on I gave this new part of me a new name
