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The holidays had come and gone and Zazuka had had fun at Christmas for the first time since she started to show signs of being a witch. She still though of Willow's Rain. The place had been her hell but it had also been her home. Zazuka had built a fantasy world there that she went back to here from time to time, late at night when her horrble dreams kept her from what could have been a good night's sleep.
Zazuka chose a tree and sat down at it's roots. She rolled up her sleeve even though it was snowing and cold out. On here arm was the white almost faded remanes of a whip mark. It mearly a discoloration now that she had been able to hide with make up when she wore her dress to the ball. She thought of the night she had escaped from her house. The sound of the willow branch came back to her head along with her tearful screams. Zazuka traced the faded mark.
She had healed a lot during her time here. It had stoped hurting to move a long time ago. Things where good here. She couldn't understand why her mind kept going back to a place that she should be trying to to forget all about. Zazuka knew this wasn't healthy but she couldn't help it. Zazuka stared at the whip mark as though she could get rid of it with only her will. All of her wound marks where at the last stages of going away. Well almost all of them the crusifix burned onto her shoulder blade would always be there. Thinking of all this, Zazuka wondered if she wasn't more damaged than she would have liked to admit to herself.
Zazuka chose a tree and sat down at it's roots. She rolled up her sleeve even though it was snowing and cold out. On here arm was the white almost faded remanes of a whip mark. It mearly a discoloration now that she had been able to hide with make up when she wore her dress to the ball. She thought of the night she had escaped from her house. The sound of the willow branch came back to her head along with her tearful screams. Zazuka traced the faded mark.
She had healed a lot during her time here. It had stoped hurting to move a long time ago. Things where good here. She couldn't understand why her mind kept going back to a place that she should be trying to to forget all about. Zazuka knew this wasn't healthy but she couldn't help it. Zazuka stared at the whip mark as though she could get rid of it with only her will. All of her wound marks where at the last stages of going away. Well almost all of them the crusifix burned onto her shoulder blade would always be there. Thinking of all this, Zazuka wondered if she wasn't more damaged than she would have liked to admit to herself.