Jen felt herself falling into old Memories she felt her mind being altered her life flashing before her eyes... But instead of dying she was changing... She was four years her parents had taken her to the park to play... She'd just fallen and cut her arm on a rock. She stared in fascination as the beautiful dark red liquid dripped down her pale skin it was soo... nice. Jen smiled her parents rushed over to her to clean the wound but she was giving them a hard time she would snatch her arm away and giggle in a creepy way... (5) she laid on her bed in the dark room delighted with the silence the darkness was soothing in a way her parents never could be like the soft touch of a protector... Surely her parents were asleep now right? She waited a few moments to see if they were going to check on her again when no one came she pulled out the knife she had snucked from the kitchen and sliced deep into her arm.. she stared in delight as the blood seeped out and onto her skin... slowly she brought her arm to her mouth and licked... (7) jen had gained an attraction towards feet... Especially her own dainty little pale toes... She began to work on stretching her body get her toes in her mouth... (73\4) She had done it! She'd gotten her toes into her mouth they tasted soo sweet she decided they would taste even sweeter with some flavor... So she brought out her kitchen knife and sliced... Jen savoured the pain the cut caused it felt so exhilarating! She brought her bloody pale toes to her mouth and licked happily. (8) Jen brought the antibiotic botel to her eye carefully she'd read on the Internet that if she poured a small amount of this specific medicine in her eyes the would permanently turn red.. She took a deep breath and poured.. The pain was intense it felt like her eyes were burning in fire she relished the pain... A giggle escaped her. She looked into the mirror and sure enough her eyes were a beautiful bloody red. (9) The other kids are afraid of her she's alone (10) The hurtful words no longer bother her emotions are for the weak anyway jen didn't care to try to make friends anymore now she just sat in the shadows... (11) She'd told her parents that she did not like shoes or socks and that she refused to wear them any longer. They had tried to argue but she ignored them (13) jen was tired of her natural auburn hair she had grown it long so that she could have it styled. Her parents had suggested blonde or brown but she wanted black to match the shadows that were her friends... (14) Today she had started to hear them tiny soft voices whispering she could not yet understand them but she would... in timr (15) The voices suggested she see what's inside dogs so cut one opened... That was yesterday...