The moon, the stars, all so pretty and bright. Everything was different for me growing up, they had laws that were harder to fallow. Hanging people, burning them, drowning them to see if their like us. I wish things could change; I wish there was something we could do to stop it. The trees hitting my face as I ran. The blood coming down my empty eye whole mixed with the tears out of my good eye. I ran till my legs couldn't and then all I saw was black......
