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.
