Born cursed, though I have never been to the rock, the dark place where the soot never washes clean the sins of those who died there and the innocent still haunting this place. My soul is chained there for a thousand eternities as if I am service pentence. It is a family trait, passed down in the blood with not means of stopping of blocking it. It is mine to bare this time. I was aptly name thought for a thousand curses, this one is the worst.

I instantly know something is wrong with the line of the blood. I twitch and fidget until if find out what it s. If I am able to sleep, the insomnia kicks in, the dream comes and I and confirmed of the terrible thing to pass. For give my inability to stop the things I see, for give the fact my curse prevents me from being unrelieved…..

After all, my name is Cassandra.