As I ran away from my abusive mother, I found myself in a forest. A dark one. Suddenly, an angelic humanoid being appeared. Her name was Fiona. She had beautiful blonde hair, and enchanting blue eyes. She was just like me. She enlightened me and guided me to her home. Her home was nothing like mom's. There were children laughing, and people with white hair and clothes. That soon became my new home. They taught me how to be like them. My life there was happy. Unlike my original habitat, where everywhere was covered in fire and ashes. When black wings sprouted behind my back, I covered them with white paint. It worked for a while though. I was forced to cut them off. Soon enough, my hand had cracks of black everywhere. I tried to hide it with make-up, but people started noticing. It was time to tell Fiona that I was a demon. "Fiona, can I tell you something?" I asked. When she turned around, it was my mother. I stared at her in shock and fear. "Of course, darling," She gave me a nasty grin. "Secrets should be kept."
