*REYNA*
Dread. This is a word most people do not understand. A word most people will never understand. A word most people do not want to understand. Meanwhile, some.... some do not get the luxury of getting to decide. It etches itself onto skin like a tattoo. Spreads like a cancer. And just never stopped growing.
Someone would think that after 8 years enslaved, being in the outside world would make me happy. It didn't. I don't think anything could make me happy. I don't think even understand that word. No one should ever try make me happy because I do not deserve it... and they would not deserve me. I do not want to love, it can only bring people pain. Love to me it pain. The more of it you have, the more it'll hurt when it is torn away from you. And it always gets torn away.
On the television, I always used to hear that bottling up emotions was a terrible thing, but for me it was the opposite, really. I don't have to fell them. I never have to open the box.
Dread. A word most people do not understand. A word most people do not want to understand. But I? I did not have a choice. Before I could realize what was happening, I was drowning. Dreasd etched itself onto my skin like a tattoo. Spreading like a cancer. My dread never stopped growing, and it will never stop killing me.
Normal people would think that after 8 year of enslavement, being in the outside world would make me overjoyed and happy- it did not. I dont even understand what happiness means. If its the please I feel when I see scars on my hand, or the feeling I get when I get a brand new knife, I guess I feel it all the time. To be honest, I dont feel many things. Not after what they did to me. Not after they....
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Why we love.
ActionReyna is a 17-year-old girl trying to embrace her past and build a new future in a new world. Callum tries to turn The Republic of Camesta to what it once was before the plague. He strives to make it a better place.
