EVERY SHADE OF GREY
(Fillydelphia, 8:00 p.m.)
(Town Hall basement)
Crimson Dusk sat in one of the dilapidated chairs placed in a circle in the tiny room. The large scar extending from her eye to her chin was fresh, looking as though at any moment it could bleed, and her eyes were dull.
She knew no one would come to the meeting-after all, no one wanted to even get near her. She was notorious for her often violent magic and shunned from the rest of the world.
Standing up she started to pace. Why she ever thought that this support group would get off the ground she would never know. Why she even THOUGHT of a support group she would never know. In a rage she kicked one of the chairs, sending it flying across the room, and collapsed on the floor.
I'm such an idiot...