I walked back to my room feeling embarrassed.

I just screamed like a freaking lunatic in front of some noble and agreed to become his pet guinea pig.

What's wrong with me?

I started laughing.

What's wrong with me? Everything!

I stopped laughing and just stood there in the middle of the hallway.

I should be happy. Technically I'm not a solider anymore. There's no war I have to fight in. There's a nice warm bed I can sleep in. I really should be happy.

But it just feels too easy.

Read words off dead guy's arms and your life will get better? What a fraud.

That butler's face flashed in my mind.

He scares me. Scares me more than the hell I came from. Or maybe...
This is the real hell.

I started walking again and closed my eyes.

I want to go! I want to go somewhere! I want a home! I want... Home.

Tears threatened to come out of my eyes but I tried my best to suppress them.

It's all my fault... All those people...

I killed them without a single thought. Like I was crushing an insect. I deserve this.

I started running.

I deserve it!

Faster...

I don't deserve a home!

Suddenly, I crashed straight into someone and fell on the ground - on my still healing arm.

I started screaming and yelling at whoever I had ran into, seething in pain. After the initial shock wore off, I looked up.

A boy with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes looked down at me with an ashamed look on his face.

"I-I'm so sorry, miss! Can I help you up? " he said.

I nodded hesitantly and he bent down and picked me up as if I were a feather, then stood me up on my feet.

He's strong... But he doesn't look it.

"My name's Finny! What's yours? "

"Anonymous. "I said, holding my arm to my chest.

"That's a weird name. " he said.

"And yours isn't? " I said sharply.

He gave me a hurt look.

"Did I hurt your arm that bad? " he said.

He sounds like he's actually worried about me... Probably just doesn't want to get in trouble if it's his fault.

"It was already broken, you just-"

"Broken! " he shouted and went completely pale.

I nodded yes.

"What's your deal-"

He grabbed my other hand and dragged me all the way down the stairs, through the hallways, and into a kitchen.

He pointed to a stool and I sat down and waited as he began searching for something in the kitchen like a crazy man.

After a while, he held up a small box and opened it.
He put it on my lap and I looked inside.

It's bandages and medicine...

"But my arm's broken. I didn't cut myself or catch a cold. " I said.

He pointed to a small pouch at the bottom of the box.

I opened the pouch and dumped out the contents onto a nearby table.

"Crayons? " I wondered out loud.

Finny held up a bright yellow one with a smile.

"Everyone knows that when someone's limb is broken, you need to decorate the sling so that they can make a better recovery!" Finny said.

"How will that help? " I asked.

"Happiness! "

I think I'm going to be sick.

I snatched the crayon out of Finny's hand and broke it in two.

"I deserve to be unhappy Finny. I'm a bad person, okay? " I said.

He grinned.
"No you're not. " he said.

"You don't know me!"

"But nobody is really bad. Everyone is a little bad and a little good. Sometimes people just have more of one, that's all. But you seem like you have more good in you. " Finny said.

I dropped the broken crayon.

Good... In me?

"Finny, I've done some horrible things."

"But you're guilty about them. "

Who is this boy? Why does he know everything I'm feeling? Am I that easy to read?

"You shouldn't let that eat you up, Anonymous! If you want to be a better person then learn to live with it and do good things! " Finny said with a smile.

I looked down at my feet.

"You... Care... About me? " I said slowly.

He nodded yes.

I sighed then stood up and handed him the crayons on the table.

"Then don't die. " I said.

"Huh? "

"People who actually care about me are in a very limited quantity so don't die. You can draw one thing on my sling, too. " I said.

"Really! " Finny said.

I turned my head the other way.

"Just do it quickly. " I said.

He started drawing on the sling and I felt a smile come to my face.

People like you are rare, Finny. I'm usually annoyed by do gooder types, but you... You're alright.

He stopped drawing and put the crayons down.

"Done! " he shouted.

I looked down at the sling and felt my eyebrow begin to twitch.

"Your name is really weird and your face is scary but try hard to do good! " was written on my sling - twice.

An ominous aura started to envelop around me.

"Finny, I'm going to kill you! " I shouted and started running after him with one of the kitchen knives.

"But I thought you said you wanted me to live! I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? Please let me live Anony-! "

"Don't give me pet names! "

"Mad woman? "

"DIE! "