"Where must I start? I'm only 17. I haven't been through enough to act like I mean something.. or have I? Everyday, it gets harder to get up out of bed and look at those unpalatable faces inside the brick walls of my educational arena. The tongues of swords surround my ears, and the piercings of the sharp edges from the teasing and hateful words only dig into my brain deeper. My progenitors constantly tell me to dismiss all of it, and to not listen to what the peers have to speak about me as, but who would let such things go so easily? From what I see, every person my age has the hardest time acting as if they are letting such things go, but maybe I'm looking at their perspectives wrong? What if they are able to let things go, but I'm so trenched in a depression that I see no happiness and light anymore? God, help me.. All I'm seeing is the night becoming my friend.. but why?" She looked in the mirror as her eyes transitioned to a bright gold around her pupils. The blood flailing down her wrists flow into the cold sink, but every pierced opening quickly heals without trouble. She questioned who she was... or what she was.
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The Darkness Engagement
WerewolfSalem is just another high school girl who goes through the most usual, common high school experience. She knows how it feels to be different and not fit in, but can one thing change her outlook on how she goes about coping with her difficult life...
