Thirteen year old Elizabeth has always felt different, alone, scared, helpless, and unsure. As though her life has been
drained out of her. She has nobody to turn to and nowhere to go. She has never had a normal life. It all started when she was born. The moment her parents had held her for the first time. Instead of having that feeling where she'll grow up and be somebody special, an accomplishment. That feeling was well, just not there. They had then just sold their only daughters soul to the devil. She will now have a life of humility, embarrassment, and a long lonely life. What will Elizabeth do to get this Child of Death out of her? And how will she get the thirteen years back that The Child of Death stole from her?
I am an author. I am unknown. I am mysterious. I am curious.