Hate is a strong word but it is the only way to describe how I feel about Damien. And the feeling is mutual.

 

He is a demon, haunting my every moment.

 

I was ten when I died. When I came back, I didn’t come back alone. Damien came back with me. I don’t belong in the world of the living, it’s Damien’s job to take me back.

 

For the last seven years he has been unsuccessful but I fear in a moment of weakness he will succeed. But after I start to remember what happened the day I died, I will realize nothing is what it seems.

 

And the thin line between hate and love blurs.