Hello, my name is Drew. I'm pretty tall, dark-haired, and fairly good looking. I'm eighteen, but I don't go to your school. I don't go to any school. I like to pretend. I pretend I still remember what school was like, pretend I don't have anything to hide, and sometimes I pretend I'm still a good person on the inside.
I'd say that it wasn't my fault, but somehow I think that would be a lie, and I don't want to lie to you, not after all the others. There are a few things that I understand and trust is one of them. Trust is when someone believes in someone else so much that they make themselves vulnerable; I know that when the person you trust hurts you, it's more painful than anything. I trusted someone once, and that was one time too many.
I know there is no hope for me. Whatever is left of my soul is surely too tainted by the blood on my hands to be anything but evil, and I'm not naive enough to believe otherwise. Anyway, I had better start from the beginning.
I've been the way I am for what seems like a long time. I remember very little of what life was like before, what I was like before. One night everything changed...