"Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool? Yessir. Yessir. Three bags full. One for the master. One for the dame. One for the little boy who lives down the lane." I mutter-sing. 

As far as birthday's go, that was the worst one I've had. I grip myself. The blood stopped as least. But the tears still go down my face. I'm angry at them. I'm so mad at them. I didn't want to have this gift. I didn't want to see the future. I can't edit the future. I can't control the future.

"Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?" I keep playing that Lullaby in my head.

It's like me. I'm a black sheep. I don't fit it anywhere. I even don't fit in to my family. Even Mirabel is better than me. Does anyone care about me? The villagers don't. Mom didn't for a long time. However, she did change. She came to her senses. But... does anyone need me?

"I need you." A voice says.

I jump. I look around.

"Uh, hello??" I ask.

Am I being haunted by a ghost? 

"Who said that?" I ask shaking my head around.

"I am in the necklace." It says.

I take it off. It flickers and glows.

"I need you." It says.

I jump. I let out a squeal and throw it. 

"We can help each other." It says.

I take a branch and put it in front of me. I don't know what I'll do with it, but I'll think of something. 

"How can a necklace talk?" I ask.

"I was a demon once, but like you I was turned away." It said.

"Yeah, well that happens to the best of us." I sit down beside it.

"We can take our vengeance against the world." It says.

"I'm sorry, what?" I look at it. 

I pick it up. I grip it. 

"Release me from this prison and we can claim our world." It says.