I came here remembering the smell of ashes, the pained faces, the confusion, the unknown.

Now I see the world, the beauty of it and what lies beneath it.

How does a world so happy... Hide a vast layer scorn?

I cannot trust her, I cannot trust them, I can only trust myself. I need to end this before it gets out of hand...

AN: If you have been following me you know that this isn't my first story, this is my second story after my first story which ended up somewhere in a bin.

Warning: Terrible grammar ahead.