I kept my head down as I walked. I didn't want people to see me. Better to spare everyone the drama. People always called me the Devil's spawn. Maybe it was because I was born the day a nasty car accident took the lives of many. Maybe it was because of the nasty scar I got on my face when my father decided to end me. Maybe it was because my eyes were two different colours. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Not anymore.