Prologue
It was red. It started from her left eye and wrapped around her whole jawline. Delta’s birth mark was bold and prominent on her face. It was impossible to disguise or cover but instead sat there, gloating on her face. How cruel it was, to be such a shy and fragile person stuck with something that made you so recognisable. Or was it, possible that the scar had given her such a need to blend into the background.
Delta wasn’t treated like a normal person. Her other features, her delicate bone structure, pale blue eyes; they were all skimped over and ignored. Most gestures of kindness or friendship came out of some sort of guilt or pity. “It’s only a mark” she sometimes thought bitterly “It’s just some aggravated skin cells. It’s not a tumour, it’s not contagious, it’s just a birth mark. She could get rid of it, technically. Well not that she would be allowed to. Her parents, unlike Delta herself, had learned to embrace it and love it. They considered it as beautiful as any other physical attribution. They hated to hear her talk cruelly of it, and the idea of surgically removing it was unthinkable to them. It was touching yes, and a sign of true parental talent. But did they know how difficult it was? Did they know what it was liked to never be given just a side glance? To never be thought of as anything more than the girl with the birthmark? No, they didn’t. It was painful for her, because as much as she loved them, it was always tinged with hate.
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