For the past eight years, I've lived in fear, on edge, and have never known what is coming next. Life has consisted of three things: hiding my secret, feeling alone, and having no one to run to (except for the people who share my secret with me, of course). Sometimes I think about that one, last moment, when we were just normal little kids. It feels like it was a million years ago, before the one night that changed everything. Before the vilicus came into play, when my family was so normal and happy, when Apoch was still here, and when I didn't have to wonder if I'd ever get to see him again. You know what I was afraid of back then? I was afraid of telling my parents that I had broken the window on the side of our house while playing baseball with Apoch, Cyrus, and his friends. That was as scary as life got back then. But after that night, life got a lot scarier.