Connor was thirteen years old when he learnt he was not the same as the other boys. He knew for certain he didn’t like girls as other boys would. It didn’t matter he could hide; he was always good at hiding. His father was emotionally and physically abusive man who had been beaten as child and had done exactly what he had learnt growing up. Connor knew that his dad would not accept him as he was and that made him angry, blowing up over small things. He was nice enough at school and nobody would know the demon he became when his temper flared. See Connor grew up in a small backwards-thinking town where everyone knew everyone and of course all each others business. Connor also had a demon inside that he tried to fight everyday, he thought it was because he wasn’t the same as the other boys. Other boys had started noticing the difference and bullied him relentlessly driving him further and further into his shell. He had no peace, neither at home nor at school and he hated every minute of being on this earth alive.