"I’ve always been 'a tid bit cray in the head';
Living in wild surroundings might have given something away, but what people never seemed to realise was I used to spend every minute enjoying my insanity. It God-damn burned and made me feel alive. When they threatened I had better come back down to Earth, that was the end for me. They were the vampires who turned me into one of their own. I went numb, that way I could smother the fire under my skin. At times that meant splashing liquid ice over my pulsing veins. It would hurt for a while, and the irony of it all? I eventually came to turn that hurt into a scorching flame. Oh, that was when I knew. It hadn’t worked. Their script for me had not worked, because inside I was not the 'little Mary' who was hanging in tune with their strings. After cold years of stifling living, I was still there beneath my skin, scathing flesh and red-hot screams, an irresolute but sizzling blaze."