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Prologue
Many people wonder who I am; I even question who I am at times. Is my name really Alex? Am I really normal? These are the questions I am asked every day when I look in the mirror. What I know is that my name is Alex, just Alex. I only have a father because she died. I don’t know how she died or what exactly lead up to it, I just know she is deceased. Growing up I had been home schooled by my father. He didn’t want me to go to normal school thinking that kids would make fun of me. I tried to be normal. I honestly did try. You can’t exactly be normal when you and your father live in the sewers.
Did I mention that my father was a bit too over protective? There were certain things I could do, certain things I could say. I could only ask certain questions. I couldn’t exactly ask everything like a normal child. Here is a basic list that I will expand on later.
1. How did my mom die?
2. Do I have any siblings?
3. Why don’t I have a last name?
4. Why do I look different from you?
5. Was I adopted?
He never let me ask anything about my mom. I wanted to know more and more about my mom as I got older. He had a really smooth way of getting rid of my questions with one simple sentence.
“Alex, don’t you have something better to do?” That was his “magical” phrase that would piss me off and send me to my “room.”
He never let me read any novels or books that involved love or fantasy. I had to read mysteries, horror, and historical stories. I couldn’t ask him these either.
6. How did you meet mom?
7. Why do I have this ring around my neck?