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When Viva was seven years old, she woke up with a head full of white hair. She ran to the bathroom to check in the mirror. Even after rubbing her eyes to check it she was awake and splashing cold water on herself, the colour was still the same.
She ran to tell Mother as it was a terrifying, unnatural thing to happen to her. Mother had a different reaction to the news. It was almost as if she was anticipating it. Nonetheless, Viva was reassured that it was normal for a pure girl like her to be blessed with white also silver like hair.
That was what began in a separate tale to mine.
I don't divulge my name to just anyone...
If you would like to know why then you better wonder how one acts when they witness the truth. When the dust clears, unwanted or not. Many truths hurt and are capable of being utilized for destruction.
The first truth about me is that I used to be normal. I no longer am permitted to be normal.