I jumped, yet again, but fate will always bring me back. I figured I can't escape about a century ago, that's when I lost any hope I had left. I am all the things they say I am. I just want to be free but... since when do I get what I want? They never notice the pain in my eyes, they can't hear the voices in my head. I may sometimes look fine but inside... I'm screaming for help, but I stopped a long time ago since it was pointless. I lived with this for thousands of years, whenever Ink finally understands, learns the truth, or wants to help me, fate resets the world, making everything go back to how it was, with me being the one everyone hates from the bottom of their soul.... I have grown used to it.
