AVALON
On the plane here, I remember thinking the island must look like a warzone. Smokes rising from the trees, blood and bodies covering the ground. People screams of pain and suffering would float around like music. I was expecting something that showed it was HELL, terrifying and full of torture.
But it looks like a classy retreat, I couldn't help snickering with disgust and fear. My father made this, it's taking more time than I thought to stomach this news. I wish I could talk to him, ask him so many questions. Why? What brought this on? Maybe I should really call my abuela, that might help me relax and understand on a deeper level why my father would do this, but with the marking happening tomorrow evening.....I don't have time for anything.
I'm kneeling in a dark room with no li
