The Invisble Truth

The Invisble Truth

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My name is Brooklyn Facete, and I am not what you call a normal 17 year-old girl. I am a Seeker, which means I know what everyone is thinking, feeling, and I can see what will happen in the future for everyone else but me. My best friend, Travis is my Masker, which means his job is to cover up my scent, location, and my existence. The love of my life, Heath chose to become a Trigger instead of a Masker because his family had influenced him to. He is an animal, and he feeds off of Seekers, like me. That's why he left, because he hurt me one night in a Trigger attack and was scared of what he could do to me if he got mad. Lately, some strange things have been happening to me, and a lot of pressure has been put on me with high expectations, and more visions then I've ever had. So maybe I should just get into it and let you know what's going on.
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