Alone

I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
I remember all the feelings
And the day they stopped...

-"Innocent" Our Lady Peace

I was born the day a kidnapped little girl was murdered and fed to the dogs for not being the child of a rich man.

I suppose I could go back farther and tell you of a boy named Walter Kovacs; whose mother was a whore and told him on a nearly daily basis how much she regretted not having an abortion. Of a troubled youth who was in and out of jails and mental institutions until he decided to fight evil at the age of 25. A man who died at age 31.

But I wont, because I am not him. I was born the day he died, and tomorrow is my first birthday.

Perhaps I will go see Daniel, find out if there is anything new he or one of the other watchmen need help with. Or perhaps I will go see if I can find out what Adrian is up to; he's too smooth to be trusted, though I seem to be the only one who holds this idea.