As the raindrops pelt the window in a steady rhythm, I can't help but notice that even though it's pandemonium outside, it's in a form of controlled chaos.
Ever since I was little, I would always have this perception of anything. Good or bad. Sometimes it scared me. The way my brain could piece together any situation, thing,or thought subconsciously. I'd always been labeled Birdy Brailyhn. Kids can be quite cruel.
I would know. I killed my family.
And......
others.
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Purgatory
FantasyBrailyn Althea Joii is just like any other teenage girl. Sometimes snobby , friendly , never overly kind. She is feisty with good intentions, most of the time. One day she awakens to find she has lost her perception of time. Seconds could be hours...
