~*Who I Am*~

Your mind drifted to that one night. You were out at a party with a few friends, though they weren't close, and everything was too overwhelming. Crazy lights flashed blindingly and sweaty shoving bodies pushed and tugged at you. After you had escaped the loud music and crazy dancers, all very drunk on the alcohol they had brought, an upperclassman had followed you and tried to take advantage of you. At that moment, you were struck by fear and acted out of instinct, swiping a clawed hand at the boy and drawing blood. You remembered the fear flooding his eyes as he covered the scratches on his face, blood dripping through his fingers.

(Sorry about the unfinished cover. The file got ruined in the middle of me drawing it and I can no longer edit specific layers. I'm very sad about that, but there was nothing I could do to fix it.)