Aradia Smith.
When the crash of the door closing is heard throughout the hall, I lean my back against it and let out a sigh.
This is costing me too much energy.
With my head a mess, I head to another room to change my clothes. My head throbs and I have the feeling that I will not be able to support my own weight, which leads me to a conclusion: how long have I not had a drop of alcohol? Too much, I answer to myself. In order not to look like a drunk without the company of anyone, I prepare to go to the bar where apparently my parents met.
I hate her.
I hate him.
I hate you all for becoming what I am.
And that thought leads me to Karla's friends. She, her power, our power, has managed to unite different species that before, even if the Earth was burning, would not come together.
Dia
