I hate it here. I want to get away. I should be with Azaelie, my five year old little sister that died two years ago. She died on my birthday. I blame myself for everything. We were going out for ice cream. Went to cross the street, her ice cream fell and she started to cry. I ran to get her but I wasn't quick enough. A car ran straight into her. Running her down right before my eyes. I raced into traffic to her body. She was killed on impact. I don't know if she saw it coming. That was her thing. She could always see the future. She told me often, "you will find a beautiful and unique girl one day brother. Then I will be at rest." I flinch at the sight of my sweet sister whispering those words to me. I feel the pain rising again. I look down to my girlfriend Jeze and see the girl I've been watching all day with a knife at her throat. I smile at her. She was strong. Obviously. I looked into her eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes. Holy shit Diego shut the fuck up. Don't think like that. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts. When I open my eyes she's walking away. No no no. Damn it. I look at Jan who is giving me a horrible look. I forgot about her. Oh hell, I hurt her. "Jezebeth.." I whisper as she grabs Aria's arm and struts away.
