You know you want to... ¬_¬
Seraphine Silver. The name has a ring to it, doesn't it?
Its a shame I hate it.
Its a shame I loathe it.
Its a shame the mere name makes the insides of my inside roar until I-
O..K lets cut the crap here.
Not literally, cause thats just disgusting.
Sooooo.. there's this girl called Seraphine Silver, and hey-ho, that happens to be me.
No, I am not in love with some 107 year old peado who sparkles in the sunlight.
and no, I am not out to seek revenge for some ex- were wolf mate that happens to be some alpha of my-
-well you get the picture!
I'm not exactly normal.
and To be honest, I don't know what I am.
yeah, having extreme amnesia really does suck.
but there all coming back to me. piece by piece. memory by memory.
some of them are nice and warm but most of them are disturbing.
sometimes i feel like there's this monster inside of my head.
hey, is it okay to say that i'm scared.
i don't know what to do.
the more the memories come back, the more the monster becomes real.