(TW! IMPIED CHILD ABUSE, MENTIONED SELF HARM)
The past sticks to you wherever you go.
The scars you got from people, may they be able to see it or not.
The ways you got hurt.
The things that hurt you.
Even after they're far, far away, you always carry them with you. They always whisper in your ears and touch what was never yours, but what was theirs.
You hurt yourself because it's the easiest solution. It's easy. It gives you control. It relieves the tension in your shoulders.
But who were you? Why, you were Masaru Daimon. A hero!
You will save the kids! Protect them from nasty adults and help them! Lead them! Make sure no one can hurt them!
Oh, who are you kidding? You can't save anyone if you can't save yourself, so why are you still falling deeper into the dark, sticky pits of despair?
YOU ARE READING
Vent oneshots with my comfort characters and kins
FanfictionHiii, I will update this whenever I need to vent
