A Story

This is my story. No fantasy of how I've wanted it to be. Reality. How it was and is. I write this not out of thoughtfulness, but out of anger, rage. I'll not bore you with many pretenses, but state simple fact, when not being colorful.

I was raised sheltered, blind to the world and its truths, but I gained sight as a sophmore in high school. Like waking up to the sound of the laughter of demons as they possessed countless bleeding souls.