• "It all started when I was young. I had a hard time getting along with people, and trusting people. No one seemed to believe me about anything, they thought I was a monster. My parents didn't believe that I could see these." I paused for three seconds, then continued, "Things. I knew they were real, but no one believed me." I sighed, and continued, "As I grew older, I had changed. Dark, depressed, willing to listen to anyone just to fit in with my kind. My only friends, could see the same things I did. They always said they came around more when I came, and the ones that came around when I did, they said they've never seen them until I met them. Eventually, we grew apart. They were freaked out by what was with me, always. They eventually left me. I had no one. One day, when I was asleep. I awoke to screams, and a phone call from one of my ex-friends."

    'Hello?' "I said, just waking up." 'Help! You're the only one who can! They're after my family.' "it was a two way call," 'Same here. Please, come down.' 'Alright, let me go check what's wrong here first.'
    'Go, Anya!' my mother said, sounding in a load of pain. I did as she asked.
    "I felt horror inside, and pressure on my heart. I was running as fast as I could carry my legs, I finally got to my friends house. They lived next door to each other. They were both trying to open the door from the sound of it."
    'Anya!' "they called out, in pain." 'Anya, please!' "I ran to the first door, to the one who sounded worse." 'Hold on.' "I said, trying to pry the door open. All of a sudden, her screams stopped. Then the others."
    'Kloe! Christine!' "I fell on my knees, and cried. It's all I knew to do. I heard a voice in the distance.
    'Anya. You must go before the police come.' "It sounded like the man who brought me here, but I'm not sure it was so long ago. That's how I started cutting. I watched all the people I had left die, and I didn't try to stop it." I cupped my hand in my hands, and cried.
    He pulled me close to him, and held me. "Let me tell you my story."

    "It was when I was young as well. I grew up in an foster home until I was 16. Though, I was abused in those Foster homes since I was 3. Once I was 16, I decided I had enough and prayed to God to relieve me from my pain. One day, someone came to me and told me about this school. It wasn't the man who brought you, but it was someone else."
    "I-I'm sorry." I said. "It's not your fault. Don't apologize." I smiled at how kind this man was. I never met a man so nice as him, except the angel who brought me here.