Blood spayed across my face. I gently licked it off my chapped, dry lips. It tasted like sweet vengeance. I hated you, so now, it shone out back to me. I roughly removed the wand sticking in your eye. I looked at your dead, lifeless body, lying there at my mother's front door. I growled as I kicked your body aside, allowing me space to move my gangly, sixteen year old body out of view. The darkness quietly engulfed all that I could see as I walked forward, not caring what would happen next.

But then, here he stood, in front of me. As he walked out of the large green door, he looked at me, and I glared back. Could you notice me? Did you see my spirit, soaked in blood? Could you see me? No, you just walked away, as if I were nothing but a bloody tree. So I followed you, down the dark streets.