One night, I couldn't sleep. I was fearful to go to bed. Having those awful dreams of my brother scared me to death, so I got out of bed to find something to do. Walking down the corridors, I stumbled across many photos of my family. Some that I don't even know to this day, but one captured my attention. It was of me, my brother, and my mom and dad. It brought back many memories. I wish I could say they were good, but I would be lying. I hated my past. I hated my family. I hated my mom and my dad and everyone I ever used to know back then. They just didn't understand my plans that I had for this world. For our world to make it a better place. But at the same time, I hated my decisions. I hated the stuff 1 had done, though it made me who I am today. a man to be worshiped. a saviour to teach the unholy. I am the one who was meant to save everyone and everything. I am god.