I was seven when it all started.

Seven years old when I started…seeing things.

These things that had long, angular faces, long sharp black tails, teeth, skin and nails, glowing white eyes, abnormally elongated bodies with slender feline paws for feet.

But… I was the only one who could. None of my friends or family could see them. My grandma could kind of sense them, in a way, but no one else even had a clue that they were there. As I got older, I began to notice more and more of them surrounding my friends. The more my friends started to drink, smoke, have sex with their boyfriends and do immoral things, the more of these things appeared around them, laying their dark clawed hands on my friends' shoulders.

I was seven when I started seeing them.

I'm seventeen now. And I'm in school with demons.