I was afraid to open them, after all, that had led to this moment I was terrified of opening those books, without giving g them too much attention I took them down and stuffed them in the bag, and the whole feeling I got while I held on to them was dread, what if I was some kind of uncontrollable monster, what if my parents ate people, what if my kind was responsible for the death of course tress innocents, as possibly the last one ever doesn't that mean I'd be burdened by their sins?
My mind kept going in and out and around itself finding problems with every and anything that came to it.
Even as I was walking back down the staircase to the basement my mind was clouded, and I ended up a nose away from getting skewered when Justin turned the corner and pushed me back up the stairs then ca
