As bad things happen around us, it feels natural to blame things on ourselves or other things, but does that
truly get us anywhere?

Be it bad luck or whatever else, we all have that one part of us that we dont let surface, the part of us that is our
hatred, our anger, we try to keep it deep down, however sometimes it needs to emerge and be dealt with...

(This is my very first attempt at a fanfiction, so any suggestions or criticisms are greatly appreciated, thanks ^_^)
(This story is also loosely based on a series of recurring dreams i once had.)

EDIT: This story has been cancelled due to lack of quality deemed by the author.

May be re-written at a later date.