I was ripped from my life at the age of twelve and thrown into a whole new world where I stayed for six years. I didn't become who I am today until my eighteenth birthday. Then I buried myself in my career to forget my past. All of it; the little boy that was taken from his home to the young man with a fantasy. A new life, a new me. Now, twenty-four years later, the past comes back to haunt me when I start writing in a diary. I write about things that I've never told anyone before; the reason I chose the career I did, and the reason I became a dominant. My youth is the foreshadowing for my entire existence. I know who I am, but my past must be confronted so that I can finally put it to rest.