Prolouge

"Mikayla, no" My mother says as I walk by her with a grin on my face.

"I'm not a baby any more mom, I'm 16 almost 17." I growl, she has always treated me like a small child for no reason at all.

"I know, but you'll always be my little baby" She says, hugging me.

I hate being hugged, it feels like someone is going to squeeze you to death.

I know she means well, but its a little much.

Hello...

Hello...

Who are you...?

Who am I...?

I am death...

I am the darkness that haunts your dreams...

I am the dark princess...