Is there really such a thing as a 'Heaven'?
Can such a thing as 'Happiness' be real?
Can something so pure... so elegant... even exist?
In bitter reality, everything is dark, and evil. The world, full of hatred and betrayal. Faked laughs and faked smiles.
At least... that's what I think.

My name is Annabeth Grace Taylor.

And I am the mere face of all that is dark in this world.

Everyone avoided me in school. Because I looked different? Because I had a black aura of hate around me?
Maybe.
But I may never know.
My mother died giving birth to me.
And my father hated me for it.
Told me that it was my fault. That I was to blame.

Everything I did was wrong. Wrong, wrong, WRONG!

Every night I laid down on the cold, damp basement floor. Lonely. Hungry. Hurting. Bloodied. Violated.
Again. And again. And again.

My father sent me to school a year early just to get away from me.
He never drove me.
I walked.

Yes, that's right.
I walked.

Imagine that? A four year old. Scared, lonely and full of hate. Walking to School.

This seemed odd to my teachers and classmates.
Weird, since this was normal to me.
But maybe that's just because I'm me.

And no one will understand me.
Ever.