The butterfly flew away, previously resting on the bloomed flower – I silently cursed and wished that I could fly too, somewhere far away…
Life suddenly seemed so dangerous, and I wanted to hide. I wanted to try to get away from it, erase what has happened – bleach my brain?
I was young, but that wasn't an excuse to everything – being human wasn't, either.
Changes had to be done, and I knew that I had to start right then and there – it was crucial.
I was scared, but I was going to do this.
I felt the danger on my skin.