[CreatureOfHabit]

Ian woke, rubbing his eyes, and wishing he could have slept longer. He got up, changing from his long and baggy nightshirt to something more distinguished. He walked up to the dusty mirror, his eyes falling upon the long and jagged marks that ran up his arms. His heart rate started to speed up, reminding him of what had happened, but he desperately tried to shrug it off. He wouldn't become like the others. He wanted to be..normal, and stay with his group of friends. He pulled on a dark gray sweater, and put a tuxedo over it. He honestly didn't know who he was fooling,
as the rips in the arms were clearly showing. Last but not least, he slipped his gloves on. Finally done, he walked outside, ready to face the others.
@Edmia @Redwood Sienna