Try being me. Try being the monster they fear. Try being the mystery. Everyone always saying your name, and when you enter the room...silence. Try going a day without having to drink blood...just to get the bitter taste out of your mouth. The taste of hate.. And cigarette ash. ..I was a kid.. I was a mean kid...I was very mean. 

I Pushed..hit...bit..scratched..kicked...yelled screamed. Then ...a girl… she stood up to me. Kids thought of me as either two.things...the outsider...or the wall of safety...and I was...for her. We loved each other. Her name...Tanya...we ended up falling in love...she was going to be queen of nightmares...until...i found out she was working for shadows. 

"Nothing heals the past like time and They can't steal The love you're born to find..."

That motto.  Never dies.. Never ever. "Itll be alright…"

I started becoming angrier...meaner...got my own friends..then...I had a friend who got some adopted brothers...twins..

" Twins…" I murmur. When I went to meet them...one was a shadow...the other was just a regular old rabbit. They seemed scared. 

"H-hello…" the blonde one waves. I raise a brow . he lowers his hand. I look the orange eyed one. Quiet..

My buddy Travis spoke,"look how quiet he is!" He laughs. I sigh and let a smirk appear. I approach the twins and take a knee. I stare at them and chuckle darkly. 

I raped them. Then had.the blonde one rape his brother. "Good~" I spit on him and leave. I hum softly and find myself walking home. On the way, I hear crying. I pause and follow it down a alley. Their was a cardboard box with a baby in their...I was gonna leave the child but it only screamed louder. I slowly lift him up and he laughs.. He had deep blonde hair that was strangely...like a scarecrow..

" I'll call you scarecrow…" I smile. I walk home with the child. Scarecrow was a fast learner...a fast grower...but he was different. He bad a limp...he...has a mouth on his stomach...but..it wasn't like a Nightnare….he had 2 tongues...eyes on his chest…

"What a sight…" I mumble…

I loved scarecrow ..like a son. He was creative...he was funny..goofy...but...all good things don't last forever…

Scarecrow was kidnapped...and we never found him...but I swear...I can still hear his laugh..his smell. 

Then I moved on..had several relationships ...some left...me..others I left them… I became angry with love. i was a sadist.. Not a lover.

Soon things got worse...many were dying...and they all had green eyes…

Good thing I found out the killer..