Darkness is the only thing I’ve ever known. From the beginning of my time to now. I’ve been fated with it forever.

However, I’ve learned to live with it. I’ve learned not to get attached to people because I only end up losing them. I became cold-hearted to protect those around me. I know everyone hates me, but… the thing is, I want them to hate me. To hate me with every particle of their bodies.

But I feel the results of them hating me. I feel the dark hole inside of me expand with every passing day. I try to ignore it, but… some days it’s too strong for me to handle. I would break down crying in my sleep for hours, and nobody would truly care.

I can’t be surprised though… They’re scared of me not only because of my attitude, but also the bandages wrapped around my eyes. They creep everyone out. I once removed them with I was 6… I can NEVER remove them again. The horrifying experience that happened that day will forever haunt me.

Nobody knows what happened that day, except me and my parents. However, my parents mysteriously disappeared on the day I took the bandages off. I was found by my grandparents in the house a few hours after my parents disappeared.

The police tried to get me to talk, but they failed. My grandparents had soon passed away from old age and I had to go to foster care. Nobody wanted me, so I’m still stuck here in foster care at the age of 16.

I’ll be able to leave foster care in 2 years,... or at least that’s what I thought...