I am ten years old, sitting in the kitchen table. I look behind me, eyes wild with fear, my hands shaking as I feel Bodrik's breath on the nape of my neck. I feel terrified, and as I look behind me, I see Bodrik's shadow, coming around the corner. I run and enter my room, hiding under my covers. I can hear his footsteps, coming closer and closer. The door creaks open, and I felt something grab the covers. He lets go, but whispers, "Welcome to our world," he says, and he makes me knowledgeable of Kentledge, the other reality where the Delanians live. He shows me visions of my life there, my friends and enemies, and, one by one, they introduce themselves to me. There's 400 (Satan), God, Alice (My mother), and October. There were 15 of them, including the presence I've felt in my head since I was ten. The Presence's name was Tom, a demon that possessed me when I bumped my head against a rock and passed out. I remember that I didn't leave my house for two months, and mostly sat in my room, in the corner, terror in my eyes, a knife in my hand. I would slash at people when they came near and scream whenever someone would touch me, feeling a burn when I was touched. I would feel watched by mirrors, pictures and other inanimate objects. This was during the first touches of my Schizophrenia, a sickness that is defined by a loss of touch with reality. I have a disordered mind, and I still do. I'll speak more on how I'm doing when I blog again. Thanks for reading.