I am not as strong as peepul think I am. They burnd me and it was horibal. My legs was like jellee, but stiff. I coud not evin move. I was horibal. I do not ramembar much tho eksept the smell. That smell of burning flesh I hate it. It makes me ramembar things I do not want to ramembar.
Peepul stare at me. I feel ther eyes on me all the time. I can not hide it, the mark on me. I can not make it go away. It is red and angry on me. I think soon the Vek will come fer me. Peepul talk. I heer them. I heer them they call me names like I am deff.
I apolagized ovar and ovar to Melchior, to Balor, to all the Gods cuz I must have made one of them angry with me to have this. I thot I was good, but I must have done sumthing bad. I begged with them, but... it is my punishmint I gess. I tell myself that it will help to save the othars, cuz it is all my falt that the Guard nos. If I am markd, the othars will have more time... I tell myself this ovar and ovar, but, in my hart, it duz not make me feel bettar.
It duz not make me feel bettar cuz I no the Vek will come fer me. Prob'lee in my sleep cuz they are godliss cowards. I think mebbe I have made the Gods mad at me. I was week and cryd when he put the fire on me. I passed out wen I smelld the smoke. I think I have made the Gods mad fer being so week. I tryd to be strong, but I am so veree week.
I have seen so manee peepul who are like rocks. They are hard and strong on the inside and feel nuthing. I want to be a rock, but I am too week to be one. Too week and too dum. If I wuz smartar I coud be a rock and make myself hard. I woud nevar be scart agin.
Posted by Tzoli at May 30, 2005 08:33 AM