The hood. The crow. The magenta eyes. Ah, this was an unexpected development. I felt the healing wounds on my shoulder blades throb lightly at the sight of my blast from the past. My Mother had warned me several times that there were consequences for anything under the sun, and running and hiding from my past sins had it's consequences as well.
I was a freaking coward for not once questioning my parents when they sent me a way. I would have soon rather be shipped away from the home I had ever known when everything blew up in my face and blood covered my hands than face my mess.
The figure outside of the class was the consequences of my past sins. The thing I called my punishment, or perhaps you could also call it my hell. Either way it had come to find me, it had come to remind of what I had done, what I was trying to bury away in my consciousness.
