I lived for the moment, my sister was about 5'7 the perfect height and blue eyes, that revealed the small mind she consisted of. She was rather dull in complexion and had very stringy black hair. It was the color of a ravens black feathers. I had to be her teacher. I was to teach her the values of life. It was scary to think that I once adored her beyond all others. I at the age of 10 started to wear a mask or better yet a vale. It enclosed my face except around the eyes. I wore my scarlet fiery hair under this vale. My green alluring eyes were my windows to my now black and pale soul. My sister aspired to be wed to a good man whom could support her. I on the other hand wanted passion and pain. I wanted to be a widow whom could do as she pleased. I craved the pain of life. I, when not looking after the emp when to a shop that helped me feel the pain. They specialized in abuse, all forms. I used to be sent here as a child. I guess I became addicted to it, being that I was here every three days. If not here my parents would help me. With my sister she never was hit. I had to take her place. They told me up front that I was beneath her and made me stay there. Attest until the young man came. His name was Garett.
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