It was more comfortable that way no one asked what was wrong with me or how that had happened, the thought I was like everyone else. I don’t know why he did it, but I think he knew the person I was talking about of who helped me, she was a kind and lovely person. Or I think she was? I don’t know I only told him the part that I remember mainly it was a little girl with black and white hair with a giant red bow on her head, her double sided spear was very powerful when we fought. I don’t know why she wanted my eyes she said she would show of how my eyes worked but she took them, anyways, my eyes looked like pedals from a flower, my face cracking and it slowly fading away. Everyday I go home, or what I call home, I stay with a couple more people here. They aren’t so bad, purple berry is an outgoing person for what I see, purple smile is just a kid (not mine nor berry’s of course,) she is small and cute too. Then we got Ashling, a teen though smart and strong and brave. She has a bit of an attitud