Pt. 1
I press my index finger against my temple, feeling the throb of my vein. My attempts to sort my befuddled mind was in no way successful, and only resulted in a more excruciating ache. It was if my mind wanted to suffer. Like I wasn't suffering enough... "Okay," I mutter, "enough of this." With a vague huff under my breath, I abandon my chair and head to the bathroom. Turning to the reflection in the mirror, I study what peers back at me. My name is Kylai Rods, that is for sure, and I have what I suppose is long dark brown hair, a normal sized face. 17 years old. Nothing terrible nor brilliant about me.Other than my eyes. Green, no-- a