It all started with a fire. Burning, engulfing and destroying everything in its path. It took my family away from me that night. And the worst part of it? It was no accident. No, it was all my doing. I was the one who left the stove on yet I was the only one who came out. The doctors said I was lucky to be alive, but honeslty I am as good as dead. My heart may be beating but I am not living. As far as I am concerned Adam died in that fire and a monster came out with half his face. Because that's what i am now. A monster.