My first few years were a blur. I literally have no memory of my childhood. No pictures. No videos. Nothing.
Every time I asked my parents they would just act all weird and change the topic. Tristian was the same thing. He would just look at me with his hazel eyes and say "Don't worry kiddo, the past is the past, it's the future that matters" and then his goofy smile would stretch across his face and I couldn't help but laugh.
He was too years older than me.
I always felt like they were keeping this secret from me. A part of me they had and I wanted it back.
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Ever since I was 7 I started having nightmares about this dark creature. I always felt consumed by the darkness like it wanted my life. Evey time it stroke to kill me, I woke up. I've escaped death a million times in my dreams. Every night for the past nine years I would have the same dream except one thing changed. The monster grew. He kept getting bigger and bigger. Blacker. Fiercer. Scarier. And there was nothing I could do but run.
