Porcelain

So very interesting

(Y/n) never had a great start at life, she was constantly trying to survive her given circumstances.

Her mother would often neglect her needs and when she got into arguments with her 'lovers' she would occasionally get into fights with them as well.

When she got taken away from her mom she cried the entire time, even when she knew she hurt her, she still cried. And when she was in the orphanage she really hated how everyone tried to be nice to her.

It was as if she could read behind their faces and see the disgusting evil thoughts lurking in their head.

It scared her, so much so that she'd just end up crying again. Even now, standing with what her 'friends' would call a spirit box, she felt like crying.

But she told herself long ago that she'd have to stop crying.

Her first foster home taught her that, her wrists held out and turned upwards after she'd be n caught doing something 'naughty', she'd cry and they'd only keep doing it, calling it a weakness.

Her foster dads words echoed in her head as the ruler connected with her skin, she remembered how he'd keep hitting her after he'd drawn blood.

It was about two months after she lived in that house that something in her just happened to stop working.

It was as if her emotion shut off, her foster parents had been so disturbed at their adopted robot daughter that they sent her back to the orphanage.

Eventually she turned eighteen and school was easy, she barely had to listen to answer everything correctly.

Sometimes if she'd zone out a bit too much the teacher would slap the ruler on her desk to bring her back and she'd jump in fear at the sound, her wrists would burn after that.

Although lots of things didn't bother her anymore, in fact she didn't even think about much. It was as if her world was black and white.

But, why when she stood frozen, after everyone else had ran away did she feel so warm. When she gazed at him it was as if it was her first time seeing colors again.

She was surprised but she didn't show it, she didn't even move it wasn't until something brushed against her face that she decided to do move a bit.

She gazed up and her lips parted in surprise at how pretty he was, that red color splattered his cheeks and decorated his hair. But his hair was black so she couldn't see it that well.

She wished so badly to touch it but before she could he leaned towards her, she felt her cheeks warm up slightly before she felt something hit the back of her head roughly.

In an instant that color faded from her, why couldn't she have anything.

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After knocking the girl out he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder before proceeding to walk all the way up to the top floor of the hospital.

Many had died in this hospital, and this hospital loved to keep people inside its jaws. And the constant changing of the halls made sure that no one but him left so he wasn't concerned about the other humans that ran off earlier.

His main concern was putting the girl somewhere he could find her later.

He decided on a room right next to the stairs, easy access for him and if someone else finds her he'd hear them before they could take her from him.

After gently placing her down he gently tilted her head up, she smelled kind of sweet, he needed to smell it more though. He leaned his nose closer to her mouth and breathed in deeply.

She smelled of candy, very sweet and how delicious. He doesn't need to eat anything but this human could change him with that delicious smell she gave off.

After a little while of inhaling her scent he decided it was probably time to take care of the rest of the group. He propped her up so she wouldn't fall before he walked out of the room.

He looked right then left before taking off to the right, he'd probably have better luck finding people on the other side of the hospital.

Then again he'd have to leave her but, he didn't expect her to go very far. His grinned at his thoughts, no he wouldn't let her leave this place.