Stricken

Jane watched as the boy traced her dark mark. She shivered slightly as his touch was warm against her cold. hard skin. She rolled her sleeve down and sighed. She undid her bun and let her waves of blonde hair flow down her back, reaching her waist. Her blue eyes traced the boys face.

"Born in the wrong family and era, eh?" She said with a chuckle.

"i couldnt have said it better myself. id tell you my life story, but its long and sort of depressing so ill spare you the details because i can be kind. when i was four my dad started to abuse me because i was the aftermatth of a fling my mother had with another man. when i was 7 my mom left and it got worse. my mothers been writining to me and been tlling me how shes going to come back..."