DAMIAN BLACKWOOD
I like to think of my turning fifteen as a peak for me.
Before that, my father wanted me to be fearless, to be strong and to be wise. But on my fifteenth birthday, there was something new for me to see. It was an arc that would change my life forever.
That night, he called me-not into his room as he usually would, but into the basement of our house, the Blackwood house. I walked into the darkness without fear and did not shudder when he suddenly spoke in the dark. I had seen the glow of his cigarette and knew who it was.
"Damian Blackwood. You must know what your name means..." he spoke up, his voice echoing around the room.
I stood, my legs at ease, feeling my muscles drawn taut over my chest as my arms spread from my body. It was how I was raised to stand, to show a
