Betrayed

All Roads Come to An End

I woke up somewhere around 10 in the morning. I looked at myself in the mirror before stripping myself naked.

I saw how dirty I've gotten in the past couple of days. My tan skin was glowing from the sweat from last night's dream. My head dirty from crashing and my hair had red highlights, also known as blood.

I saw the cuts and bruises from my beating in the bar, reminders of what I've gone through, and why I can't go back.

Once I was naked, I stepped into the shower, which was nothing more than a small brass (or a rusted) tub with a hose attached to the wall. I turned on the piercing cold water, which made my skin crawl and made me grow hairs on my neck and even made them stand.

I washed the dirt off my skin and brushed my hair so the blood came off. As soon as I stepped out, I squeezed out the water from my hair and put on a fresh pair of black jeans, a red V-neck and a black shirt along with a white pair of sneakers.

I took scissors and trimmed the edges of my hair. ''I have to do what needs to be done.'' I trimmed my hair down and pulled it with the brush, causing my ends to curl a bit.

I took so peroxide and brushed my hair, giving me dirty blonde tips. Now I can't be recognized, after my makeover, I quickly synced my iPod before permanently shutting down my iTunes account. ''Now I can't be followed.''

I slinged my bag over my shoulder and and stepped outside, amazed by Canada's beauty. Even though it was late in the morning, the sky was a crist black demon that devoured the sun. And small twinkles of angels coming to the rescue.

As sat on my bike, looking over the map showing my destination. I wasn't too far.

I was only 40 miles away from a dense forest where supposedly the Blackwing thing first started according to my father's files. And hopefully, that's where I can get some answers.

And sooner I found something, the sooner I can go back home.

To my mother.

To Allison... Dear Allison.