Mathilda
B. Shenaniganbeneath her skintorn from her arms
I had to kill Marie who had nothing but hatred for everyone.
I remembered how she told me I was part of everyone. That day she escaped, and no one knew. I was walking to exit the compound when she halted me exactly on the opening of the gate. I did not know her then, so I had no idea how she was. I ignored her, and the moment I took another step, she charged at me until she had a few of my skin. I was thirteen then, and she made me cried.
And I would hate it if she would make the seventeen years old me cry again.