1 anxiety killer

hi I'm thaia and this is about me.

I belong to death but my heart is set on the devil. I'm an angel Phoenix hybrid. I live with a foster family in a old victim storage locker. my room is where there's a lot of blood. I go to school its a monday. on the way to school I feel this sense of da javo like I'm not meant to go anywhere. I start having a panic attack to where my lungs are not getting air my foster mom realized this and cut a small wound on my chest where my lungs are located. we get to and people come near me more and invade my personal space. It got so bad I just walked home and though nothing of it. I went in my room and decided to paint in a dark room to calm down. Turns out it was blood form left over victums.I enjoyed it a lot I know that means your insane and I'm fine with it.my mom walks in and has a horrified look on her face then bluntly leaves the room.

death has a dreamy look on his face and no he's not a skeleton he's more or less half alive. Him and fate were watching in the underworld they both saw how her future might play out what they are most concerned about was what would happen after she meets the devil and starts a dance that will never end.