10 January 2003.
The day of my birth.
In two days time, I will be yet another year older.
In a way, 14 is a bigger milestone to me then 13 was.
Ever since I first started to get serious about writing, a majority of my characters have all shared a few qualities.
Unfit to complete whatever task I set before them.
All of their lives were seemingly normal until they were 14.
When they are 14, something happens.
I always felt that when I turned 14, then I would know if I was different.
I guess I thought that once I was past the age many of my characters became different at, then all possibilities for the impossible would disappear.
I don’t think that anymore.
Because 14 is too young.
Too young to kill.
To young to torture.
To young to break into bits.
That’s why Altered’s main character is 15.