This is no fairy tale. This is the story of a girl who lost everything she once held dear to her heart. When she had lost all of this, she did not feel a thing because she was already broken into a million pieces. But that is for another story at a different time, this one is far more… lost.

I only know this because this is my story: One that will hunt me for the rest of my life. It doesn't start like any other—it starts at the end of someone else's. For you see, my name is Lolita; I'm considered unique to those around me. Why, you ask?

Because I am a demon.

I enjoy being special in the eyes of people… sometimes. Although I don't see what's so special about me. Some say it's my eyes for they are an exceptional color of gold, others say it is my hair; I don't see it, as it's a dark black that barley reaches my shoulders like so many others. Personally, the only special part of, that I see, is the fact that I'm a demon stuck in a world full of humans.

This is the night that this story began…

It was dark and, the rain was pouring down as I walked through the deserted streets, my blue dress soaked through as it dragged along the sidewalk. I had been walking for what seemed like hours, but I did not care for I was not cold, simply wet.

As I walked by an alley, I saw a figure run past the opposite opening. I knew I shouldn't go see what it was but I was too curious, so I went anyway. It was then, when I was halfway in, that I noticed an odd odor coming from part of the alley. It smelled so very familiar, but I couldn't place why. So I stopped moving; looked around until I spotted something lying to the right of me. It was a dead body of what appeared to be a young girl.

The more I looked at her, the more I wished that I had not come into this alley. I had no idea what to do. So, I did the first thing that popped into my head. I ran. I ran so fast in an unknown direction that I barely even saw the police lights, nor hear the sirens, or the shouting coming from behind me. I simply kept running and running, further and further away from my home town.

Okay, I wrote this on an impulse a year ago I think, but I know I probably will never finish it, maybe. Hope you had fun reading it.