Anelisa

"Let it flow" I whispered to the hair dresser, who was busy braiding my hair.

Even if I was sad and depressed, I'd still have to follow him. Staring at my reflection, the only thing my eyes look at are the fingers his sword scratches.

Now they're wrapped with bandages that make it look like rings just to hide them.

I hate him so much that I can't think of anything else. One time he's wild, another time, he's weird and most of the time, he's deadly.

At this rate, might lose everyone ...