I was told all through my life I am different, for both good and bad reasons. Both my parents are dead. I live with my grandmother. She is the only one that keeps me intact, from falling into that abyss of insanity. The only one person in my whole life that never cowered away. People are often worried, why I haven't broke. By the look of my face, they cower away. But what happens when she dies by someone who should only be in horror books. One thing is for sure, I am going to raise Hell if kills me to find who did. That much I know.