I sat on the floor, hating my very existence. If Anubis hated me,
then doesn't everyone else hate me too? I felt like Lucas pitied me
and Rosaline was only nice to me because she's just a nice person.
Lolah and I weren't close but I felt like she hated me too. I
grabbed a marker and began to draw on my skin, it burned. When I
draw on myself, it's like someone cutting themselves. Each line
that I drew would become a scar. I kept drawing, making the designs
intricate on purpose. I looked at my arm, it was a black rose. I
began to draw thorns, each one making a new scar. My tears began to
fall, I was finally done with this beautiful scar. Once the ink
washed off, the rose would stay. Forever reminding me of the day I
was being selfish and ruined a guy's life.
(This is a flashback to what happened the night Elijah died.)
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