draco {district seven} cbd #1 done

They tell me I'm the last of my kind. Well more specifically they tell me that my family is dead but it's the same thing really. I don't remember it, but I'm angry about it. There's a brand carved into my skin, bright and red and making it's way up to my forearm. It's stretched with me, growing and fading throughout the years. They tell me that it's my family's crest, that I came from a once upon a time wealthy family. That doesn't matter now but I'm angry about it. I'm angry because I don't get to remember their names or the way their arms felt around me. I can't remember if they told m they loved me. I have a last name but I'll tell no one, because it is dead with them. I want to bring them back but I have no idea how. 

I've never thought the same as everyone else. Their words make no logical sense and that is the realm I live in. I believe in strength and power, I believe in nothing else than myself. That is how it will stay.