I should be over it, by now, I know that. But these days I have many problems. Moving on is one of hem. After they kicked me out, I felt betrayed and forgotten.

I reassured myself that it was just a bad dream, a nightmare. However, both, my conscious and I, knew the real truth. I had become a monster and I had nowhere to go.

For some reason I wasn't mad at my parents, anymore, because I saw there reasons. I no longer felt as if I had a reason to live. It would be easier for them, not having to be around me when I take my life. They would just think that I turned into a monster and disappeared. Easier for us all.

I decided to run, and get far away from the place that I had once, not long ago, called home.

With nowhere to go, I got on a boat and followed the path of many Europeans before me. I was going to America, the home of the brave. Brave being my biggest problem. I don't even have enough courage to face myself, because I'm a monster.

I don't know when I realized it, but some time, on the long boat ride, I realized what makes a monster evil. They don't know how to be themselves. Monsters pretend to be powerful or greater than they truly are. But just because you possess some unusual ability doesn't mean you're a monster, for heroes aren't normal, either.

I decided that I was going to be myself, a large hearted boy, born and raised in Britain, full of love, sweet, and caring. I decided to use my new features in America. A clean start, or a new beginning. Because of this, I stepped into the home of the brave, feeling worthy of being here.

I tried many towns, but I never felt like I really belonged. I kept reminding myself that I was no longer a monster. Strolling through the streets of San Francisco, I came upon her.

She stopped in the middle of my path and she looked at me. I started running, using my incredibly fast ability to do so, but she followed.

She eventually caught up and pinned me down. She made me tell her everything that had happened until I got here.

And then she told me the truth about myself, and what I was.

Mai.

She told me about where I was born, and some history on our culture. She stood up and told me that she was going home. My face dropped and she issued e to follow, for she was the first person who understood, and who wouldn't walk out on me.

She said three words, that changed my life. After the three words left her mouth, I felt as if I had a reason to live. I had a purpose, again. And suicide was no longer an option. I knew that I was going to be happy, soon. I had no idea how long it would be, but it would happen.

Valentina said, "Come along, nephew."