Some of us believe that our lives our less than perfect, that nobody will ever get what you go through. Listen to my story, it might help you understand yours.
I’ll call myself Kai. Probably all I’ll reveal from each persons real name are the initials. So I’m Kai. I’m not exactly someone you’ll call “loner” since I do have many friends which I love and cherish. But this is not about them, it’s about me and how sick my mind became once I got hit by something a little less like love.
I was sixteen back then, almost seventeen. But the first chapter will begin before that. When I started feelings those hints of that something unknown back at an old party. I say something small began that day, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Just wait till you read it and you might come up with some conclusions. I know I already have.