Well this past weekend has been a disaster to say the least.
But today was the last straw.
First off: I had to go translate for a new student until the legitimate translater got there.
Well I normally wear sunglasses, because I hate my eye color.
Violet. I hate the eye color because of my childhood I suposse.
I had a little girl crying in fear because she knew the legends. I felt like a monster.
Maybe I am I don't even know anymore.
Not to mention I'm beat up and bruised. I don't even remember how it happened.
I found something: a mask. The one I burned last night. It was in my locker of all places.
And that blasted note from "Scavanger" I bawled. I don't think I've ever been more afraid.
To lose everything and every one I've loved. I've put everyone at risk because I'm stubborn.
I know that I need to something quickly for I fear it is the beginning of the end.