I am lucky to be alive.
That's only because my father does not know that I am. If he knew I was alive, he'd kill me. He'd find me and ... then it would be over. He would win. Again.
My name is Pandora, and I am the daughter of a demon. A demon named Habit. I know, it sounds ridiculous, but I am basically part of Generation 666.
My mother and I are on the run. Habit seduced her by taking over her boyfriend's body and creating a baby - me - for him to make the perfect vessel for possession. It all sounds insane, but I swear it is all true.
My mom was only 23 when she had me, and now I am 12 years old, going on 13. Mom's name is Dawn. The two of us have moved from all over, I changed schools five times last year alone.
He's come close to finding her. He thought he killed her back when she was with him, he strangled her. Now she has a deeper voice because of it. She managed to be saved when the cops came and found her half-dead on the ground.
Habit thought she died, and didn't even know she was pregnant. She didn't even know she was pregnant. But her mom took her in and helped her through her pregnancy and soon, I was born. Her chaotic half-demon daughter.
Yes, I do have super powers. But for the sake of my sanity, I call them abilities. Sorry if my thoughts seem jumbled up, I'm writing this while on the run. Again.
We are on the road to New Jersey, where we have found these three guys who we think can help. I just really hope they can, and I really hope that Habit doesn't get to them before we do.
If he does, then we are all dead.
