ThreeHornsOnes's with Kisojak's
Feb 24, 2015 13:06:41 GMT -8
Post by ThreeHornsOne on Feb 24, 2015 13:06:41 GMT -8
Debris was curling against a dark corner, during midday. Her adoptive father had gone out to buy some food, and she was home alone. She had drawn, played her violin, read some books for adults, etc. Mastermindeness was a good thing, but a damnation, at the same time,a nd even more for a traumatized child like her. She was scared again, flashbacks of her father popping into her mind, as she could feel the pain of the wounds he made her, as if they were happening in the moment. She curled up tighter, trying not to cry. "it's okay, it's okay..." The 75 years old She-Kolther kept repeating to herself. "I killed him... he will hurt me no longer..."
Meanwhile, Formaldehyde was already coming back, bags in his hands, as he elegantly walked in his half form. "Such a beautiful day." He whispered to himself.
Meanwhile, Formaldehyde was already coming back, bags in his hands, as he elegantly walked in his half form. "Such a beautiful day." He whispered to himself.