"you already told me your name...." she mumbled lightly before adding "i... They were in a dream I have almost every night...". She tried not to recall those dreams because they often scared her.

Flaky rolled down her sleeve nervously to hide her arms. The markings weren't the only things on there. She was also considered depressed and suicidal at times.

She squeaked at the sudden touch and she fixed her sleeve. She looked up at him nervously, fear showing in her eyes.

"I... My name is Rose but... Um, people call my Flaky instead..." she said shakily. That was when she noticed that was the guy who had got in the tussle. "A-are you foll-following me??" she asked, still nervous.

She heard a commotion coming from up the road. Two men had begun a slight tussle. She then, nervously, began moving away. She turned and ran to avoid any trouble and took the long way to the park. That one man was very odd, aura-wise, to her. There was something that made her curious. Still, she was much to afraid to turn and meet the man. Instead, she just went to the park.

The second she got there, she sat on the swings and took out a pen. She was afraid of people but not ink poisoning. She began drawing strange symbols all over her snowy white arm. She was severely right-handed so only her left arm was covered in the odd markings, seen in many of her gruesome dreams.

Flaky, a girl given her name due to dandruff issues, walked around a small store. She had long fiery hair and beautiful green eyes. She walked around the store looking at stones and herbs and books and jewelry. It was intended as a wiccan store but she didn't have a religion. Instead she went through the store to find only herbs stones and jewelry because she believed in the power of elements and that the herbs and stones really did help her. The jewelry on the other hand not only adorned special stones but also looked good.

Flaky returned to her home with a bag full of things from the store. She hopped in the shower and used her anti-dandruff shampoo and got out. She dried herself off, got redressed and left the house again, this time with her backpack and art supplies in it. She walked down the street hearing people mocking her or whistling at her like idiots, making her afraid. She tried to make her way to the park but she was afraid something might happen.