The escape plan

Marsai

Striding out of the bedroom to stand in front of the only full length mirror in my room, it displayed a paler looking woman I barely recognised. So I left her there, deciding it was finally time to leave. To leave the suede walls and the expensive drapes.

I rub some coconut lotion and apply some olive ointments to the "love bites", I laugh pitifully at the irony of it. I wasn't even close to caring for the Fenrir, yet he had marked me in more ways than life itself had scarred me.

I put on one of the dresses my father gave me on my 18th, it was teal with black rose patterns and a white lace embroidery on the end the sleeves, the neck and at the tails of the dress.

It was pretty and light. Enough to be seen as a normal day's outing like any regular day. I bring out the remaining of the clothes I have left in my chest drawer and throw them on the bed.

As for my next plan, it was half baked at the moment. I debated on my choices as I sorted my clothes. Taking very light and simp