The beginning of my existence isn’t exactly a happy story, nor a normal one at that.

The first time I came out of the darkness and into the light of this word, my eyes stung from the harsh bright light and the cold air made my skin tingle and shiver.

I opened my mouth and complained loudly, thrashing my arms around me. My bawling was met by a soft touch and some calming words from whom I would later discover was my mother.

I felt so warm, comfortable and safe in her arms that I calmed down. My mother’s hand brushed my face and she whispered to me.

“Hello, my little snowflake”

It took quite some effort but I raised my head and forced my eyes open.

My mother was…beautiful.

That was the only word that could describe her long snow white locks of hair, her smooth flawless skin, her pale yet striking blue eyes and her warm, carefree smile.

“Well aren’t you rather quiet for a baby?” she gently tickled me.

It was a rather pleasant feeling, being in her warm embrace, seeing her amazing smile. That was the first time I was ever happy.

A few years after my beginning, I had discovered a lot more about my mother and my new life.

My mother's name was Amelia Morgan. She was in her thirties, working as a singer and actor in LA. She had taken a break from it because of me.

For whatever reason it was, my father, had abandoned my mother the day I was born, leaving nothing behind.

Tears always filled my mother’s eyes whenever anyone brought up my father, so I never asked much about him. Instead, I tried my hardest every single day to make her forget about him.

One day at school, in my seventh year of existence, I discovered something interesting. At that time, I had no friends and rarely interacted with my classmates or teachers, so I would always sit by myself during recess and lunchtime.

I was eating a sandwich at my table when a group of boys walked over to me and surrounded me. Of course I knew all of them since they were my classmates but I’d never spoken to any of them before.

“Hey weirdo”

The biggest boy, Jimmy, put his hands on my table and sneered at me. Jimmy was the typical middle school bully of my class.

“Hey, Jimmy”

“Ha!” one of the other boys laughed ,“He just admitted to being a weirdo! He must be stupid too”

I shrugged ,“If that’s what you think of me”

“Oh look”, another one teased and poked my arm ,“Now he’s trying to act smart”

“You’re contradicting yourselves”, I pointed out ,“Which am I? Stupid or smart?”

“’ey, who do you think you’re talking back to?” Jimmy got right in my face and glared at me.

“You and Vince, of cour-”

Before I could finish, Jimmy’s hand struck the side of my face. His friends howled with laughter, like a pack of mad hyenas.

“Wanna say that again, idiot?” Jimmy taunted.

Slowly, I touched my face. It stung and even felt a little numb. My face felt hot and uncomfortable and I didn’t know why.

I remember two things that happened to me at that moment. The first thing, was my realization that I was angry for the first time. The second thing,

...was the voice.

A voice that seemed to have just woken up from inside me, destroying all rationality in my mind.

Why is this happening? the voice asked.

I don't know.

How did you feel about it?

I feel angry.

Why?

Because they were bothering me for no reason at all.

Pretty pointless, right?

Very pointless!

And what is the use of something pointless?

It has no use....

Smart boy. In that case, allow me...

I looked back at Jimmy. He was still laughing and pointing at me. My head felt light and my mind went blank. I stood up.

“Oh? You still have something else to say?” said Vince.

“Hey is it just me or does he look more weird than before?”

"He looks like he's falling asleep"

Whatever they had said after that was of no relevance to me. The last thing I remember from that memory, was me picking up a pen from my table.

I must have lost consciousness after that because the next thing I knew, I was lying in bed and I was barely able to open my eyes.

From the medicine-like smell in the room, I guessed I was in the school nurse’s office.

I could hear a couple of voices beside my bed, people arguing about something.

“There has to be an explanation for this. He couldn’t have done that”

That voice was my mother’s!

“Ms Morgan, I find it hard to believe myself”, I heard another voice say. The voice sounded commanding and too formal, which I guessed had to belong to my principal ,“But we have evidence from both an eye witness and our security cameras. Your son is the clear culprit”

“But look at him!” my mother protested ,"Damien is beaten up too. He probably just did all this to defend himself!"

"Using a pencil to beat and nearly kill four of his classmates, is what you would claim as self defense?"

My mother was silent, probably in shock.

"I regret to inform you", said the principal ,“That your son is hereby expelled. Please leave once he wakes up”

After that, all I heard were their footsteps as they left, and my mother sobbing besides my bed.

What had I done?

A little while later, my mother and I were in her car, on our way home. She didn't say anything to me, but I could already tell from the look on her face that she was completely lost right now and didn't know what to do.

I felt horrible for putting my mother through all this. I stared down at my feet and felt a rush of all kinds of different feelings I had never felt before.

Guilt…

Frustration…

Confusion…

As I felt all these feelings, all I could do was grip the sides of my head asking myself the one question that kept circling through my mind.

Am I really responsible for this?

No, you're not.

I gasped as my mother's car faded away right in front of me, and I found myself standing in an open plain.

A boy stood in front of me, and he looked... exactly like me.

It was like staring in a mirror! His face, his hair, his eyes, everything was identical.

But…

Something was off. This boy's presence felt...cold. Almost dark even.

“Yo", he waved me.

"Where am I?", I looked around me ,“And who are you?"

“Oh you don't know?” He smiled ,“Well, put simply: I'm you”

"I... don't understand"

“Of course you don't”, the boy chuckled ,“But you don't have to"

“I...guess not?"

“Now", he clapped his hands together ,“Why were you beating yourself up for something I did for you?"

I froze.

“It's finally clicked, hasn't it?"

“You... you're the voice I heard", I said ,“You're the cause of all this"

“I just helped" The boy shrugged.

"Helped?! You nearly killed people!"

“Of course", the boy's expression didn't change but I could feel the intense bloodlust radiating from him ,“Anything in this world that serves no purpose, is pointless"

He had said the same thing before when he had taken over my body. This guy was insane and dangerous, and I had let him loose.

“Never again..." I whispered and clenched my fist.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I will never allow you to have your way ever again."

“**Ha**!" he laughed ,“Who do you-?"

It might have been because of what I said, but I'd heard enough from this guy.

Black chains erupted from the ground at the boy's feet and latched onto his arms and legs.

He snarled like a wild beast and tried to break free but it was too late. He glared at me murderously.

“What do you think you're doing?!"

“Protecting the world from you”, I said and starting walking away from him.

“This won't hold me forever, you know!" he yelled at me ,“You're going to regret this!"

I stopped and looked at him one last time

"Even if I do regret it", I said ,“And you do break out, I'll just have to chain you back up again"

With that, I turned my back on him and returned to reality as he yelled curses at me.