The wind is howling and bitterly chilly. Hush! As this awful story is narrated, sit quietly and listen.
His headaches wrapped themselves around his head like a halo. A boy who is lost, standing on the edge, looking out past the shore, trying to follow the horizon and find something greater, stretching out the final parts, leaving sorrow behind. "Evil comes into light in the night, laying in wait," he says, knowing deep down that it will follow him wherever he goes.