I pulled my hood up and stayed in the shadows. When one of my sisters Rose. My sister closest to the my age. Who was the complete opposite of me gorgeous. Slender refined frame. Long beautiful Red hair royal green eyes. Red lips, big eyes, very feminine facial features that really framed her face perfectly. My parents always compared me to her. Always going on about how it would have made their lives. So much easier if they'll wouldn't have chosen to keep me alive. When I was born. That they'd rather have an actual ugly duckling then have given birth to me. Her and her friend's. Suddenly attacked my violently with bat, knives and brace nuckles. They not only beat the living shit out of me they also left me with serval deep stab wound. Calling me trash gabage. Waist of life. Slut, whore and Rose even yelled she wished I was never born. That I'd be better off dead. They were smiling ear to ear, laughing, and having the time of their lives. They even spit on my body as I literally was bleeding. Out from my stab wounds. So when they turned to leave.

"I might be ugly in appearances. But your heart's as black. As the Ace of spades and as cold as ice. Your ugly where it counts. So who the ugly one here." I gurgled through my blood I was choking on and right. As she turned to me before being chased off. As someone ran to my side. It was a woman the peacekeeper, who was assigned to me. When I was tattooed as a protector. I've never seen her face. But she always wore long white hooded cloak. With the hood always up. But she seemed very close to my age. She looked frantic as she pulled and tugged at my close trying. To search my body with stopping my clothes off.

"Sea...ls on.. my chest..." I forced out as I started coughing out blood. She looked very paniced. As she frantically pulled the top of my shirt exposing my tattoo. Before placing her hand on it whispering some anicent language. Making it glow and evaporate as my skin absorbed it. Making it disappear.