I am silent but deadly. I can do anything the first time I try. I fight a raging battle with myself every day, and I can never tell if the darkness will conquer the light. Somehow it always does, but I thrive off of the darkness just as I thrive off of light. I am mysterious, I am silent, I am unknown by all who think they know me. Alone I am nothing, but with others I feel like less. Yet I still help. I still mend my friends' hearts, bring a smile to their face, make them happy. But why can't I even messily tape together my heart, or bring the smallest grin to my own face, or feel the slightest bit of joy? I am the exception to the rule, I use the darkness as my light. I am Cater Minnis.
I know that everyone in the world has the capacity to be a good person. They just need to choose to be.