Everyday was the same. Same house, same attitude, same messed up family, same life, ....same me. I was born in Ireland, born in a hospital in Dublin to be exact, my family and I lived there until I was about six, or almost six. My father, Robert Winter, had gotten a job in the U.S so we moved. We left everything and everyone, and now that I think about it, that is probably when the once happy, united family got left behind. But I do not want to get into too much detail about that just yet.
My birthday? Well that would be the twenty fourth of August in the year of two thousand. Yes that makes me twenty today, five months till I am twenty-one, but enough with the introductions back to the reason as to why I am here of all places, in Soudlux Home for the Mentally ill ( not that I am.). It all started, well it was always just one big issue after the next but I mainly had enough when I was about seventeen, just like now it was five months till my birthday yet all the problems and issues just kept piling up. I was ready to give up to be quite honest, but if it wasn’t for that one thing, or person rather, that would change my life forever.
I am still to decide whether it was for the best or for the worst but at the time it was all just a magnificent dream, he was my magnificent dream. I do not know what words I can use to describe those moments. But here I am again rambling about things not yet to be known. All in due time, all in due time.
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Fanfiction"He was the instrument of my destruction, he was the single cherry tree in a field of oaks. The mystery behind the black of night behind all the stars and the moon that shined each and every night. The start of a whole new chapter for me. The start...
