I wasn't born until the child was about 15. A bit too old for imaginary friends, people would say when they'd see him talking to himself. However, it was an improvement after he'd sat in a catatonic state in his room for two weeks. What's wrong with this young man? You see, he's just lost his little brother, a death that he knows he could've prevented. His brother had been hit by a car on their way home from school one day. If only he had been paying more attention... While no one else blames him, this young man torments himself internally. After the two weeks of sitting in a daze, he finally left his room. But he had changed. The two weeks he had spent in his room, he'd been imagining another world. He wasn't so sure himself why he'd gone down the path of insanity, but he'd done it. It offered a sweet escape from mundane fears and sadness. He thought me up, he brought me to life. When he first started, I was a sweet creature. Golden hair, porcelain skin, the brightest blue eyes, I was flawless. But all things come to an end. Eventually the young man's dark side sprouted again, changing his Utopian world to a catastrophic hell-hole. I changed to, I turned into a demonic, vampire-like creature. My blue eyes turned black and red. My hair became unkempt and black. My skin became a ghastly pale. I couldn't do anything though, I was helpless. I was subject to his mind, what he wanted, I did. Only one person could help the young man. And he hadn't shown himself for a while.