DemonicBrothers

Cathleen strolled out of her house, her plain brown hair pulled into a tight bun that stretched her equally plain face. She was only young -15- but already her face was severe, her eyes sombre and lowered. She wore brown contacts over her green eyes just like everyone else who went outside did. They were special contacts to protect people’s eyes and brown seemed to be the only colour they could retain. She breathed in and almost chocked on the toxins she could taste in the air and even with her contacts she could feel her eyes burning. She looked around furtively then headed west. She told her mother she was going to the library again bu