NYSERA
The sight of the man's rolling head kept me awake that night. Not just that, even the change in my mark clouded my mind for hours that I can't even think of anything else. The way my mark went up kept on replaying in my mind, as if it didn't want me to forget what happened.
I blew out a heavy breath as I stood up. My hands flew to the both sides of my head and grabbed my hair as I pulled them with force. I want to stop those images from playing in my head, but no matter how much I hurt myself, it doesn't seem to stop.
"What in the world happened to my mark?" I asked myself as I stared at myself in the mirror. My number mark is hidden beneath the thick clothes I have, but it feels like my eyes are seeing through the thick fabric.
My hand landed on my chest. The pain earlier is
