"He's the one I know he is." My father said one night has the haled the prisoner to a jail cell.

"He has to be he's the only one left."

I pushed passed mother to get a closer look he was beautiful, he wore black leather pants a black t-shirt he wore a cross that seemed to glow every time I saw it. He pulled away from the big body guard but the guard was stronger he pulled the man to him and head butted him. The boy fell to the ground I gasped. I looked a away quickly not wanting to see the blood slipping through his fingers has he held his head. But when I looked down at him he was looking up at me with eyes as black as night. I quickly looked away. The Guard that head butted him pulled him to his feet and carried him away.

"He's the one who's going to save my daughter from her curse." Father cheered

I looked down my eyes probably changed color, the witch put a curse on me because my father treated her rudely and now my eyes change colors due to my feelings. Red for anger, blue for sadness, purple for jealousy. I hate my eye so much it makes me feel like I'm a freak. Which is probably what I am the freak of our little town.