Chapter Two – The Last Sprite

My first instinct was to head to my mom’s house. Even with our little family, Mom was always there for me. She may not believe any of it, but I knew she would be there for me. I was raised to only believe what I could prove. I could prove that I was hurt, but what I couldn’t prove is beings, that didn’t exist, had done them to me. As far as I knew we had no history of mental illness in our family. I didn’t know much about my dad’s side of the family. He died when I was really young and mom ne...