Before we get down to business, you need to know a few things about me.
Let's start off with the few things that are normal about me.
I am a fifteen year old teenage female who likes to read and write, sing and play my instruments. I have brown hair, shoulder length, and ever changing green eyes. I have freckles which I've always hated. I'm slightly overweight for most people my age. I'm not much to look at and I'm completely fine with that. I am medium height at 5.4. I oversleep, I get moody, I get good grades in school, and every now and then, I get into fights and a spot of trouble.
Pretty boring, right?
Now for the interesting parts-the abnormal.
I have studied Paganism, Wicca and Witchcraft for many years, but have only recently started practicing Witchcraft. I fight battles to the death and have nearly died a hundred-plus times. I'm slightly anorexic (then again, who isn't nowadays?), I trust next to nobody, I have no family. My mind is a dark and twisted place to live and my humour is of the same condition, since I'm smarter than your average bear, and I've seen Death steal a soul right in front of me.
My tale is a pretty gruesome one to endure and even to dream about. There is still time to turn away and never know the story of. I wouldn't blame you-I'd escape to if I could.
Though, if you choose to stay and read on, I can promise you blood, fear, adrenaline and Hell. There will be scars, both emotional and physical.
So just how long can you bear this out?
And with this question in mind, there is really only one thing left to say before we move on.
Welcome to my Mortal Nightmare.