My name is Nicole Thatcher and this is my story...

It was one of those days where the wind felt like a stinging nettle scratching my face apart. Smoke and gas filled the air covering the happiness that lay within. It's the future not the past. The past was full of joy and friendship however the future is a completely different world. There is only sadness and hate nowadays.

You can't always trust your thought, you know. Sometimes your mind is an arch enemy just waiting to hyponotize you with all the negative thoughts. Thoughts that you are unable to stop-well, you think your unable to stope them when there is way. It is hard to keep up with the things that your mind does to distract you from the mirror of truth. This friend, this creature, something like me was just near enough for me to reach her.