Prologue

My savior. He was not as I thought a hero to be. He came to me in a metal steed with a gun not a sword. I had thought music had been my hero but no it was golden hero who saved me not only from my father but from my self. He came out of no where screaming for my dad to put the knife down. He held my father at gun point telling two paramedics, whom he called Alec and Iz, to help me. The night I was rescued by my Golden Savior.