Description
In this world, different is scary. In this world we shun the different and stay with the "normal" . In this world, different is scary. What if you were so different you were locked up, beaten, humiliated, tortured and unloved. And what if, it's not your fault. You see, I am bedeviled, it's like cursed but way worse. The people who call us this believe that cursed, was all too nice of a way to put it. When you are born, if there is a mark on your heart if you are cursed. Slowly over time the mark grows like a vine all over your body. The color of the marks prove who you are and what you can do. My parents believe that I was not a demon and attempted to hide me for as long as they could, they named me Journee, because I was sure to have an adventurous one.
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