Another sensation for blood overtook my body once again. I wanted to feel the blade of a knife pierce through another soul’s body: to cut open the skin of my enemy and to laugh and to smile. What was wrong with me? This is practically normal for me because I have wanted this for quite some time.

The feeling really started to kick in when I was eight. I kicked my abuelita in the leg and she started to bleed. At first, I felt really scared and guilty but I soon realized that those feelings were replaced by curiosity. I knew how wrong it was so I ran away from home that day to save my abuelita. She always said to me that it wasn’t my fault I was born like this, but the truth was, it was my fault.

As a child, a criminal murdered my parents while they were returning from their trip from Peru. Ever since then, I was raised by my abuela; who took me under her wing. She was the town witch, as some people called her, and the “regular” people refused to go anywhere near our house. I was known as the witch's boy who performed rituals along with my abuela. I wasn’t allowed to have friends and I wasn’t allowed to leave the town I have called home. I guess I always accepted the fact that I would always  follow rules.

I sometimes have dreams of my parents in their car in the driveway, waving at me, and then getting run over by a bulldozer. I am never afraid of their awaiting death, but I was always afraid of having my parents so close but yet slip out of my hands. When I was ten, I had a hallucinations about my parents running towards me. In the end, I ended up waking up to find myself hugging a tree in the middle of the front yard.