Beyond Death

sed child” in my native dialect, I was born on July 21st 1820 on a crimson moon, I heard a lot of stories about my birth, People said it was a blood bath, that my mom bleed out while pushing me

ost hated kid in school, no one liked me, my foster parents tried to show

ed school and started helping out my foster dad at the farm, My foster dad “Billy”, was a farmer, a har

listening to lately, it only got worse, night after night different nightmares, and I didn’t tell anyone about them I kept it to myself as the nightmares became worse I started developing anger issues I got into a lotta fights with almost every kid

y bags and leave his house, me being mad at the moment took off into the woods, I kept running not looking back deeper and farther into the woods I got it soon it