{Tara pov on this one. The last I geplaatst was about Devin. IF u remember}



I wasn't always this way. I didn't always think about killing myself when things went wrong. Not until I got the worst shock of my life. The image is so clear in my mind after all these years that I can still taste the smoke in my nostrils and see the brand behind my eyes. I've lied about my past, about who my family was. But if things got out, I was scared to loose meer than I had. But now I have nothing else to loose.
So let me take u to the night my life became expendable and the minuut I realized how utterly lost I have always been. This is not a pity story. This isn't a desperate attempt to be heard. This is my story and I can only say that I wish it weren't true.

The moon was full, just like in those stories. It was an amber moon, the kind u see in summer. It was darker inside than out. But back then I wasn't scared of the dark. There was a strange instrument playing. I took little notice considering where I lived. But the muziek was something special. It gave me the strange feeling of dreaming. And in a way, I guess I was. I could see things but it was all blurred as if I were moving to fast for the world. Pictures lured into my head crossed my vision. And then I was watching as the most gorgeous looking guy I ever saw came towards me. I should have been scared witless. I didn't know him and he looked...otherworldly. Then he spoke to me softly, saying something about how his “princess returned to him at last”. If I was in my right mind I would have argued. But I couldn't. I was too hypnotized door the sound of the muziek and the look in his eyes. Then, strange as it sounds, I fell asleep. At least I thought I was asleep.
I awoke to the sound of panic and chaos. Smoke assailed my senses and then I could see again. What was around me made my hart-, hart stop beating. brand was everywhere. Bodies lay at my feet and blood dripped from my hands. I heard sirens outside as well as screams and shouts. Someone was walking around and I dropped to the floor. I didn't care about the brand blazing around me of the house falling down even as people looked for survivors. I stayed on the ground volgende to my family and wished I could kom bij them in eternal peace.
My instinct must have placed a shield around me for volgende I knew, I was alone in the night as the freezing cold became a sheer contrast to the blazing heat of hours before. The moon was still alive but just barely. I was satisfied to lay where I was. But someone pulled me to my feet. I stared into his face as the memory of the night overwhelmed me. I didn't even know I was being held till I looked down. His touch burned me and yet I couldn't verplaats myself away. His words were meant to soothe and soothe they did. It didn't matter that I was the cause of my family's destruction. Someone stirred a feeling deep within me. It would be sometime before I knew the reason behind Kuran's sweet words and his gentle touches. And it would be my own destruction.