Hello! My name is Tyler. This story might be true or maybe the background of one of my characters. That will soon be revealed in one of my other stories.

Anyways, almost everyday, I go outside and listen to music. That's when i found "it".

"It" is something that comes from my ruling side. A feeling of control and happiness.

I was born in a royal family, but I'm not rich or have a castle or anything(I think). My family line is split in two ways, my mom's side and my dad's side.

The royal bloodline came from my dad's side. Although you might not believe me or think that this was made up, I was told by my dad that I'm very important and I'm royal (even I don't believe him on that).

Never mind that, back to what I was talking about. There are certain songs that make me feel like god.These songs just make me think about what it's like to feel like god.

When I'm outside, either on the swings or trampoline,(and yes I'm still like a little kid) jumping or swinging really high is like the best thing in the world. When I feel like letting go, music is there and the outdoors.

"It" is like another part of me that's longing to be god, that has that selfishness and greed. But "it" also wants alone time and a friend. "It" just slowly started, sorta, taking over all the fear. Although still not when it's nighttime though. When "it" came in my life, it made all the pain and anxiety go away. It was a relieving feeling, that I had something that took my mind off other things. My siblings, my mom and dad, my everyday annoyance from my siblings, and the fact that I dont make a great earning to support myself.

Honestly, idk what to put here but I could do a mini story.

Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a little boy. He was called a demon in the village, the reason why was because his mother was said to be a witch. They thought she had made him from evil thoughts or something. Little did they know, he was an actual demon. His mother had found him by the side of a' river, next to him was knife. She took him in and raised him. Although he was a demon, she found a way for him to look human. The kids in school called him a freak because he didn't look normal. He had a pentagram birthmark on his forehead to the right. When the juds found out about it they called him demon freak and bullied him everyday. He and his mother could do nothing about it, everyone didnt like the boy, they didn't like his mother either. The witch and the demon boy. Soon when it came to a point where they were to downed to keep up the act, they left the village. They had stumbled into a magical looking forest. When they had found a little hut, they knocked. There was this nice looking lady, but to the boy he could see angel wings. When the boy saw angel wings it means the person was nice but might really hate demons.

To Be Continued...

Little back story: It has been almost 2 years now since I have started this story. Although the quality of the story might be poor, I am still improving. Thank you for the views, I will try to spend more time on this. And if I had the motivation to make songs I would do it.

Ever since I have noticed "it", my emotions have blindly been guiding me through everyday life. The power music contains to make me feel powerful is quite a good feeling. My life has gotten places but not far. Making an enemy a friend and a friend an enemy is a lot to take in. Just the hardships of life can be hard to face everyday challenges. Although I may not be that entertaining I can still tell stories.

Two years have past and I've grown so much. In recent times minecraft and vr you tubers have become more interesting than living in the past. With ,Amy new opportunities and experiences I've come to a conclusion that harm is not in the way, the fear that comes from things we never did gets in the way. Nobody knows how far are journeys are nor how exciting they will be. Friends can be come enemies but you're enemies can also become close friends. The paths we take are our own fate, just like how "it" chose me. Being 'normal' (definitely not normal to drink over 8 Kool aid jammer in a week) I sensed that when we grow older everything in our lives can have a drastic change (like how I'm scared to meet new people). We get hurt and bruised but always try to stand above. People change and sometimes fear takes over, "it" is only guiding me blindly. The more I want "it" to be there to help me, the more I lose its guidance. Not to mention the medications I have to take every night. Things that don't exactly harm me can feel painful as a result. Not everyone learns their lesson fast but it's also not wise to keep trying. Sometimes giving up is the answer.

"it" is something a lot of us have, whether it be a God complex, superior comple, etc. No matter if we wanted to make it disappear it would always still be lingering in your personality. Laying in bed unable to sleep thinking about the near future may not be related to "it" but hey, I'm the one who decided to write this so.......I'll add some comedy cause why not?

Lately I've been feeling out of it. I'm a bit sadder than usual. I could probably be easily manipulated if someone felt like it.Who knows? Maybe i need someone who actually loves me and I will try my absolute best to give them all my attention. But with a love, comes great cost. I will have to continue to get up early, remind myself to tell them good morning.

I really don't have much to put here. So a continuation of the story will proceed.

The witch and demon were driven off by the village. They traveled with what they had remaining, a few grain and bread loaf with some water. They found themselves in another village miles from theirs. When they went in the village, the villagers did not like the presence of the foreigners. The villagers decided to burn them at the stake a week later. Since a little girl had seen the witch making something, she thought that she was making something evil. Stories and rumors were spreading and that little girl told her mama and papa. The leaders of the village stormed her house told her she was being accused of witchcraft. That night, they burned her at the stake. The demon boy was devastated and terrified. After that night when the witch was burned the villagers kicked the boy out of the witches house and burned that down as well. Days past and other kids were bullying him and teasing him calling "witches demon child. Ewww!" This kids laughed at him and made his life a living hell.