Literature
Death the Kid x Abused!Reader: Kiss it better
I looked at the trail of crimson liquid dripping down my skin. I knew my father was dangerous but how could he do this. I have a cut across my rosy cheek, bruises on my ribs, and deep slashes protruding my legs, arms, stomach, and collar bone. This is just terrific: darkness has spread across the sky, the moon is hidden by the storm clouds, and there is thunder. I have a terrible phobia of thunder because when my mom left me it was a stormy night just like this. My life is just joyful right now. I glance straight and see a completely symmetrical building. A little bit of hope sprouts within my soul as I start sprinting to the building. I appr