I am cursed. There is no one who believes otherwise. Not even myself.
Long ago, a legend was told. The first Albino. It was ugly. The people supposed it to be evil. The Maker allowed the Albino to be cursed along with any that followed. If an Albino lives to reach the age of sixteen, there vision is altered, and their once innocent mind, is twisted with terrible thoughts that torment their soul, before they are thrown into the pit to go on living. Forever and ever. Pit of doom. Pit of agony. Pit of living death.
I wander through the courtyard, knowing they will come soon. Already, my vision begins to twist and I see double. Then it is black so I must stop walking for a second to find something to guide myself with. I grope my way along the stone wall until my sight returns. I see everything. But not as I did before. My sight is red. Every object I look at around me glows the color of ruby.
I will be locked away in my own dungeon for a time then I will move to worse, for it is my sixteenth birthday. Any Albino who reaches the age of sixteen always goes to the pit. As it is, we have been a curse among the people long enough by that time. They are afraid of our pale white skin, our snowy white hair, and our glowing red eyes.
I panic... My mind is flooding with doubts and fears as I see my thoughts. The horrible nightmares I've heard of but never seen. And truly they are more terrifying than I could have imagined.
I realize I've started to cower in the shadows of the courtyard. I try to stop myself when I remember...I have hope.
