My soul just wants to be closer to yours, love. - 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜
↤↤↤↤↤⚜️↦↦↦↦↦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝟺𝟶; 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It was dark. It was frightening. It was unbearably terrifying.
"H-Hey.... Why... is everyone... laying on the ground....?"
"Who did this?"
"This is terrible. Everyone's dead!!!"
Silence.
"No way. It was her."
"The villain?"
"No, she's too young to be one. She's the spawn of satan!"
The little girl with pigtails kneeled down on the ground with dead bodies scattered around her, blankly staring at her opened palms which were stained red. Bloody red. Unfortunately, she was also wearing a white dress. Her dress was like a piece of canvas, it was pure white at first. Filled with innocence and beauty. But now, all the eyes around were staring at the canvas in fear and disgust.
"Unbelievable. She needs to be detained! She'll kill everyone at this point!"
When a pair of hands attempted to reach for the body of the little girl, she lifted her head up alarmingly, panicked. Her eyes glowed a bright violet, and in a flash, the person's head was chopped off by an invisible force. This earned an echo of yells and painstakingly screams from the crowd around her. The little girl's eyes widened in shock, her expression no different from those witnessing the horrific scene.
"MONSTER! SHE'S A MONSTER!"
Everyone rushed away from the scene,
"DON'T COME ANY NEARER! ICHIKA'S CHILD IS CURSED!!!"
The girl sobbed into her blood stained palms, the irony scent filling in her nostrils. Yet, she paid no heed to the foul smell. The pain growing endlessly in her heart was far more unbearable than any other. A sudden pat landed on her shoulder, and she lifted her head up to look into her mother's amber eyes.
A sad smile curved onto the mother's lips. "Honey... Don't cry, or else you'll make me cry too."
"Mommy, why is everyone running away from me? Am I... Am I really a monster?"
