Candycaitlyn
For her whole life she had been different but not insane never insane just different.
She had vishions so bold so terrifying, as if hot blood ran down her face into her eyes sealing them from seeing the light and the blood burning. ate away at them nouring out all the light, happyness from her view of the world but leaving darkness. pain. sorrrow. her only true feelings.
A satanic colt
A blood seal
a boy
a friend
a bully
A deal with the Devil herself