I barely sleep that night. My imagination keeps coming up with images of the attack on the Headmistress and her twin sister. As I wake up for the third time, I sigh heavily. The event itself was horrifying, but the fact, that two, I could even say three young lives were wasted because of it, hurts even more.
I can't help but feel sorry for the Headmistress. That kind of experience would make anyone lose it. I'm surprised, that she was able to move on from watching her sister getting brutally killed. I don't think I would ever be in the state to live my life again.
But I still hate the way Undefined ones are treated. I don't want to hear any more stories about Undefined ones, who finished their lives, because they couldn't live with the guilt of hurting someone. Why does no one try
