She sat on the bed holding the sheets closer to her chest. they felt warm. outside she saw snow falling slowly. the only thing running in her head was everything that happened before. the thought that it was going to happen again made her grip the sheets tighter. something felt stuck in her lungs. she was scared to breath..
it did not feel like this was her body anymore, she felt stuck and unwelcome in this body. it felt wrong to be alive. the images of the destruction she caused and everything that burnt because of her hands. Cyan felt like a monster. no wonder they hunted her..
usually she never cries, blades have slashed her and ripped her open. kicks in her stomach, and hits all over her body, wolves bitten her but she never cried, she never complained she accepted it all, she was a
