MY NAME IS HANNAH CORREA AND I WANT TO LIVE FOREVER...YOU MAY THINK THATS A COMMON DESIRE,BUT FOR ME IT'S MORE THEN A DESIRE...IT'S SOMETHING I WOULD DIE FOR.THAT IS THE ONLY REASON I AM HERE,IN THIS DECAYING BEDROOM,STARING AT THE CONCRETE WALLS PAINTED LIKE THE NURSERY OF SOME INSANE CHILD..TRACING WITH MY EYES THE BRUSHSTROKES CARVED LIKE SCARS INSIDE A COLLAPSING MIND.IT IS THE ONLY REASON I AM LYING ON THIS BARE MATTRESS IN THE MIDDLE OF SOME BLACK CRAYON WORLD THIS STRANGER HAS ENTICED ME INTO...HE IS MY FATHER!MY MOTHER WAS A PRACTING WITCH,I GREW UP LEARNING MY TAROT CARDS WITH MY ABC'S..I WAS RAISED TO KNOW THE DARKNESS AND SEE PASSION..SEE THE BEAUTY OF IT AND LET IT GUIDE ME AND FEED ME.WHEN I WAS EIGHT YEARS OLD MY FAMILY ABRUPTLY TURNED CHRISTIAN,MY FATHER BECAME A BIBLE THUMPING,DEVIL DODGING,HOLY JOE!AND MY MOTHER SUBMISSIVELY RESIGNED HER BROOMSTICK TO THE CLOSET.I DIDNT UNDERSTAND WHY...AND I STILL DON'T,REALLY.I DID NOT HAPPILY GO ALONG WITH THE DRASTIC CHANGE IN FAITH LIKE MY BROTHERS.I COULD NOT TURN AWAY FROM SOMETHING IN WHICH I BELIEVED SO PASSIONATELY.I AM A PHYSICAL REFLECTION OF MY RELIGION..TO MANY A PERFECT GOTHIC ORNAMENT...BUT TO OTHERS JUST A FREAK...THERE IS A QUESTION THAT I KEEP ASKING MYSELF AND IT BOGGLES MY MIND..."WHO BLEEDS FOR YOU??"IT IS AS IF MY WORDS WERE SLIDING ACROSSED MY MIND LIKE LIPSTICK ON A MIRROR,SMEARED IMAGES OF PAIN,HARD TO GRASP,BUT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE.AND THE LWORDS THAT DRAINED FROM MY TONGUE.."WHO BLEEDS FOR YOU"...MAKE MY MOUTH WATER...BECAUSE I LOVE BLOOD...THE WAY IT FEELS ON MY SKIN...THE WAY IT STICKS AND DRIES...THE WAY ONE DROP CLING TO ANOTHER FORMING A LARGER DROP AND,OF COURSE,THE WAY IT TASTES..MY FIRST DESIRE TO TASTE BLOOD WAS AT AGE 14.MY MOTHER PROUDLY SHOWED ME A VIDEO TAPE OF HER GIVING BIRTH TO ME.ONE OF THOSE AWFUL HOME MOVIES..WHERE EVERYTHING LOOKS AS IF IT WERE FILMED AN THE DARK DURING A EARTHQUAKE..MY FATHER MAY NOT HAVE BEEN VERY GOOD WITH A CAMERA BUT HE DID CAPTURE THE MOST IMPORTANT ASPECT OF MY BIRTH..THERE WAS A LOT OF BLOOD..MY MOTHER DID BLEED FOR ME,TO SAY THE LEAST.AND FROM VIEWING MY BAPTISM IN BLOOD,CAME THE UNDERSTANDING THAT I WAS DIFFERENT FROM OTHERS AROUND ME..I HAD ASCENDED BEYOND THEM IN SOME WAY AND AS I BEEN BAPTIZED AT BIRTH IN MY MOTHERS BLOOD..I WAS AGAIN BAPTIZED,IN WATER...THE BLOOD OF THE EARTH...AT THE TIME OF MY DEATH.WHILE SWIMMING AT A BEACH PARTY ON MY 15 BIRTHDAY,I BECAME TANGLED IN SEAWEED AND DROWNED..I WAS DEAD FOR ALMOST SIX MINUTES..UNTIL A HEROIC OLD BEACHCOMBER DRAGGED ME OUT OF THE WATER AND REVIVED ME...HOWEVER,TO THIS DAY I DO NOT BELIEVE I WAS REVIVED COMPLETELY..I FEEL...THAT SOME PART OF ME...(OF MY SOUL)...ON THE OTHER SIDE...STILL DEAD!~~>ABOUT ME..WHAT I LOOK LIKE1)I HAVE BLK HAIR 2)AND SNAKE BITES3)IM GOTHIC IF U DIDNT KNOW ALREADY4)IM REALLY A CRAZY PERSON TO BE AROUND..DONT BELIEVE ME?ASK SOME OF MY BUDDIES5)I DO BELIEVE IN GOD...6)IF UR THE KIND THAT SAY U BELIEVE IN SATAN...WHERE THE HELL DO U THINK HE CAME FROM...YR MOM??...U CANT HAVE ONE THING WITHOUT THE OTHER7)UMMMI DUNNO WHAT ELSE TO WRITE!