• "Today is another day."Zachia thought as she got up from her bed.She gazed at the wall that she was facing.It was a blank white.Nondiscript, boring and unasuming.Much like her life before all of this had happened."Another day to live on.Another day to remember what bad had occered.Another day to realize, that it was a great mistake to think that life as it was, would continue to be kind.No, Master life liked to play games with me."Zachia glanced to the side and the colorful pattern on the blanket caught her eye.Her eyes traced the pattern and she noted all of the curves and twists within it.Zachia picked up a mirror that was resting on her bedside table.She looked into it, observing her reflection boredly.She had firey, bright, red hair that was stiff and stright as rawhide, which her aunt often said.Zachia's eyes were a darker shade or lavander, an oddity she was often told.And to add to the mix, on her forhead was a marking of a star.Right now it was black but sometimes it would change to show a rainbow of colors.Zachia sighed and put the mirror back down on the bedside table.Zachia ventured deep into her memories.What had happened was still fresh in her mind.And it still was cutting her like a blade that was being pressed deeper and deeper into her chest.

    It all started a few months before...