"I wish i could get up and move," I said to myself, "Just get out off this town, away from these people and just far far from here."
I grab my pen and set it down on the table, next to my journal.
Why can't i be like them... "Oh i know why," I said, answering my own question, "It's because of the brand on my arm..." I look down to my left forearm to see the three triangles, the two on the end are facing up, towards my head, and the middle one down, toward my fingers. "If it wasn't for you three, i wouldn't be in this situation..."
tbc
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