So... I'm not very normal. You would already know that if you knew me and saw me when I get angry.
If I got angry, I would start to float off the ground, horns would sprout from my head. My fingers would become long, deadly claws. Then... anybody near me.... would die.
And sorry if this is too blunt for you, but there isn't another way to put it. I kill people when I get angry. It kinda started around kindergarden. Another kid would push me, or steal my juice and then, bye bye other kid. Parents hated me and considered me a 'hazard to everybody near me'. And they were right.
My mom took my out of school because of this. And, you might be asking "Where is the dad?" Well, he's gone.
No, no, he's not dead. I didn't kill him. I kinda can't kill him... But that's besides the point. My mom took my out of public school and home schooled me. Soon, I got curious. I would ask my mom "Why am I out of school?" or "Ma, why do I make people go sleep when I get angry?" My mom always told me, "I can't tell you. It's for your own good, okay, Tylor?" And yes, my name is Tylor. I probably should have said that at the beginning but, eh, who cares? Back to my life story. I would yell at my mom because she wouldn't tell me. And you already know what happens when I'm angry. I don't kill her, though. I just badly injure her. Then, I run into my room and cry. And while I'm crying, I soon drift off to sleep.
One night, while I was crying, a voice rang through my head. "Listen to her... She knows what's good for you... daughter..." Yes, my dad would talk inside my head. That night, it clicked. It all came together. The horns, the long claws. The uncontrollable anger.
My dad is satan, and I'm a demon child.