All around me is quiet.

The courtyard is quiet and I am the only one awake.

I can never quite trust anyone. Not anyone. Not anymore.

All the other girls my age go to the mall, go to school.

Go to their normal lives.

I envy them.

This 'gift' of fire is a curse.

I am surrounded by boys. (Most girls would call that heaven.)

But they don't care.

To them, I'm like a tool.

A frail one, as I'm a girl.

But once, what seems like a long time ago, I was normal in one way.

When Jack captured me…

He kind of flirted with me.

And I kind of liked it.

I could never tell anyone, of course…

They'd think I was turning to evil.

Being a tool used against them.

I'm just a pawn in their little game.

I don't want to think anymore.

I want thought to disappear.

Make my head be silent.

What if I turned against them?

Silver blade.

I wonder why Jack turned evil.

Pale skin.

I wonder if he feels like this about Wuya and Chase.

Black night.

I wonder…

Deep cut true cut red blood thought gone can't don't want to remember what it was.