...just beaten up... lost my shirt... skirt's a bit shorter now too... wings been plucked a bit... smacked around the room a couple hundred times... slipping farther from sanity... slipping EVEN farther from hope... wishing I hadn't killed her... I'd still be safe at home with my father.... and mother... dying on the outside... dead on the inside... might as well give in... give in to the hate... give in to my masters... give in to death... give up... nothing left... dying... agonizingly slow... a light is shining bright in my eye... someone saw... I'm closer to freedom... but its just a boy... no older then me... can't save me... can't help me... run away... you can't help me... brought back help anyways... the boy's high ranking... a CWALU!... probably wants to hurt me too... set me free... his name's... Orann... I.. think... I... think.. I'm...... in......................l..........o.........v............e........ FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOO OOOOMM!! He thinks I'm crazy... probably right... wants to be my friend.... I said yes....... I want him so bad.... sold my soul.... the torment's gone.... Orann hates me for it.... my sight darkens years later... I reawaken... power... coursing through me... still want Orann... searches for my deore.... finds him.... married, mated and fathering children.... he's slipped out of my grasp... DAMN her! It hurts so bad.... ... ~MEDIA~ HB pencil ~COLORING STATUS~ possibly corel painter DEFINATLY hand colored- colored pencils or watercolor pencils (Ratori as a child... ^^;)