I found a little boy last night, and I can only assume he's lived on the street alone his entire life. I've decided to take him in. He's definitely not like any kid I've ever seen before. For one thing, he might be an angel. He has started to grow wings now, and his eyes are a strangely glowing red. He's so pale though, like he's never even seen the sun. He seems lost and I know he has a lot to learn, but I think he's got a good heart. I hope I can help him see how special he really is. *** Why am I like this? I feel like I'm someone's idea of a cruel joke. A demon with angel wings? How funny it must all be to them-but it's not to me. I have to deal with this, trying to hide who I really am and not let the monster inside me get out. When it starts to take over, my eyes glow scarlet and I feel myself go out of control. I don't understand why I'm here, or what I am, but trying to fit in and be human is the only thing I can do. I hope no one notices me.