I always thought of it as just one of those problems that niggled away in the back of your head. An ability that only you possessed, but it seemed more than that. Almost seemed… demonic. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it was nothing and I was only thinking about the bad rather than the good. I felt this bond but unknown to whom I shared it. It could’ve been my imagination but an imagination doesn’t drop a demon on your front door step. Imagination makes you invincible; it doesn’t go ahead and try to kill you. Or does it?
My name is Ty and I was born is London in the year 1989, which was apparently a great year, but yeah you know, I wouldn't. When I was born, my mother died during childbirth, typical right? But luckily I lived through the horrific experience. Well sometimes I think I can hear the screams of both my father and mother but then I think;
‘Can’t be, maybe I’m imagining noises’
I may not seem like much to you but I am a lot to me. I was normal once and now I’m not, but I’m jumping ahead.
From a young age, I knew something was different about me. I saw different things and heard different noises. The other kids would tease me and call me names. I found it hard to deal with all the pain. So I started running away. I started going to places that made me happy:
· Train stations
· Bookstores
· Clubs (when I was old enough)
· Dark places
But one evening something peculiar happened, something strange. But that’s another story I plan on telling you.
Author One
