Hidden Demons

When you have more questions about yourself than answers, being put into Paranormal Witness Protection isn't cool. My new look, back story, and school are hard enough to adjust to. Keeping the lies straight is impossible.

The only people willing to answer my questions about who and what I am are the ones who killed me on my seventeenth birthday. They are also the ones still currently trying to possess me. Control me. They are the ones that covet me.

The ones protecting me know more than they are saying and demand that I follow their rules blindly. The most they will admit to is that I am a rare and dangerous breed of paranormal and the few that came before me didn't last long in this life, even being immortal.

Anyone else confused? Good. Maybe we can figure out my life together.