Prologue
My name is Arina Ralph. I used to be a perfectly average girl. Average grades, average friends, average everything. Well mostly average...I've always looked different. My hair and eyes were naturally a deep blood red. But that doesn't matter; not yet anyways.
I bet you think this is just a story? That this record of events is for your entertainment? Well think what you want, but remember this; It's not. This is not a work of fiction. if you choose to believe it, you will be aware of the dangers of the world. if not, take pleasure in my pain. Take joy in my sorrow. Have enjoyment in my emotionally testing experiences that nearly drive me off the edge of sanity.
You know...as I said, i used to be an average girl. Not anymore. I found out about a certain...Talent i have. Well, it's not really a talent, it's a genetic disorder. I can control blood as well as produce much more than anyone would need. I didn't find out about it until I was 15 you know. I had a taste of normal, yet I'll never be able to taste it again.
Heh...To think i used to want to be different.
When I found out about my disorder, I admit I was scared. But the thing is; I was ecstatic as well. I was happy to have something...Different. My looks weren't enough. I wanted to be defined as something unique and beautiful. So of course, I tried to learn to control it. I learned to control my blood as if it were ribbons and turned it into a dance. I showed my friends at school and they feared my power.
They called me a freak, and were scared of me. They shunned me. I was angry...So, so angry. I lashed out on them; stopped the heart of my best friend and killed her. I ran away. I ran from home, from my town , from my perfectly normal life. From my steady, warm, cozy life.
After two years I found it...I found the ticket...The ticket that sent my now freakish life into the pit of no return.