Serenity

A life was lost

Then there was a 'shooting'. Killed someone. They weren't a local. Police arrested the gun man who was a local. Turns out he was mad. Crazy. Had a problem and took it out on the tourist. It wasn't an unusual site to see. Someone's life getting taken away. I suppose you get used to it after a while. You lose your heart and become emotionless. You become like a robot. Staring blankly at something in which a 'normal' person would have screamed at. You aren't allowed to cry let alone shed a tear in my town. It's basically illegal. It's looked down upon.

People often see the scars on my arms or the tears in my uniform and ask,

"How'd you do that!", pointing at it, making accusations.

But I never tell them the truth. If I did, it'd give away the secrets of my town. There's an unusual scar on my back that none of my friends have ever seen. I make sure of that. The scar is a picture. It's a pentagram. But, not the average pentagram. In the middle of it is the Japanese symbol for fire and water. The incident in which that was engraved onto my back is an event I wish to never recall.