Setting: Home of Roman Florence in the Rocky Mountains.
Date: March 09, 1993
Time: 3:05AM
Problem: Roman attacks 19 month-old Benjamen Florence.

It happened again. But this time it was different...the tree outside my room kept scratching at my window and telling me to go to Ben's room and kill him. I objected at first, not wanting to get locked up again and yelled at for being a demon-child. But that was before I peeked into his room only to see the revolting blackish-purple aura signaling that he was the demon-child in this family. His constant wailing and screaming. His constant beating on my mother and father. He stabbed me in the leg for god's sake! And I'm the 'demon-child'?!
  That stupid baby...all he did was mess up this family. He brought those god-forbidden demons into this house. I bet it all started in the womb, he was made a demon, and the only way to get rid of a demon is to send it back to where it came from. HELL.
  He didn't even look like a Florence! He didn't have the blonde hair and blackish-gray eyes. His hair was black-purple (obviously) and his eyes were a blood red. But mommy says he's a 'special baby'. More like an ugly and possessed one!
  The tree told me to get rid of this certain demon, was to beat it with a bible. So I snuck around the room until I found one of the many bible's scattered around this holy house I live in. I held the heavy and thick book in my hands, staring at the cover for a few seconds, rethinking this whole situation.
'It's the schizophrenia talking! Not those tree's...those stupid tree's.' I thought to myself and shifted my vision to stare at my baby brother.
  I'm not even allowed outside anymore...they say it's not healthy for someone like me to go outside where I have better contact with the things that make me crazy.
  I watched as  my pupils dilated in the mirror behind my brothers crib and stalked towards the tiny bed, raising the heavy book over my head ready to let lose.
   I was about to back out when my frail little arms gave out and I dropped the book onto the stomach of my little brother. This action aroused a wail to come out of his mouth and everyone came rushing into the room quickly.
"Roman!" My father pulled me back and threw me onto the floor."What were you thinking?!"
I sat on the floor shaking and crying violently while my parents focused on Ben and Bethany rubbed my back. I was scared...I didn't want to go to that dreaded hospital all the way over in the Philippines. I...I would die. They'd probably put me in a padded cell or one with rainbows painted on it!
  This place will just make it worse. It's like they want my problems to worsen.
  I growled at my sister and stormed out of the room not caring how much trouble I'll be in later.
  My heavy footsteps echoed throughout the house while I made my way down the stairs and to the front door.
   I picked up an umbrella and started beating on the door trying to open it. It was barricaded shut so I couldn't escape.
   I felt like an animal. Trapped in its cage, bound to be taunted by those able to explore a world I cannot see. It's chilling for people once the learn what has happened to me, the angelic middle child of the Florence family.
   But I'm not the only messed up one in this family. We have my abusive father;alcoholic mother; druggie sister; and my demon brother. But I got affected by it all.
  I have scars from my father's abuse and my mother's bottles she'd constantly throw around when she'd get drunk. Bethany is even worse when she has drugs in her system. Then there's Benjamen...who hasn't been able to go full demon yet.
   I finally got the last plank down and opened the door.
That's when it all went black.
 
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Okay so this is my first chapter in this story. I really like it so far!
The cover is currently being worked on by the fabulous HighFunctioningSarah
Thanks again for doing the cover.
I will soon be making an updating schedule but it may get a little wonky at times do to problems within my personal life. Which I hope never happens.

Bye
   ~Charles