It all started when I was about 2-3, maybe 4, days old. I was still in the hospital, in the special care unit-or whatever its called-for newborn babies. I was just laying in my little box thing-no one near me at the time- when all of a sudden, every sense stopped working. My heart stopped beating. I had died. Not for long, only a moment, a small moment that seemed like a long forever. But that moment was just enough for HER to come along and save me. But she also ruined my life. I came back to life within a split second or two, and no one, including me at the time, knew or noticed I was dead for a couple of seconds. No one knows (with some exceptions) to this day, and I had planned to keep it that way. But I guess that's not the case now, since I'm writing this book.
Back to the main point, SHE is my demon, and HER name is DESTINY, Destiny Iplieye, to be exact, and I hate her.
