"Uh... " Axel woke up, "Still dawn... Ugh, I wanna sleep more..." he burried his face to his worn out pillow. But then he heard a scratching sound nearby, "Fwikssshhh!" the match's head being lit up. Axel arose and quickly stood up as he became jumpy. He subconsciously grabbed and lifted up his tube as a weapon with a hardened expression, but... he soon dropped his guard--but not completely-- when he saw who lit up a match stick. A girl. An eerily familiar girl. Since he got a closer look of her, he guessed her age, 9 - 10 perhaps? He questioned himself. As he watched her for what it looked like to be hours, the girl finally noticed her, "Gasp!" the girl had an expression -- a fearful one -- as she sit there holding the match stick as it burned slowly, til it burned her fingers "Ouch!". Axel pondered about her, Who is she? Why is she here? What's with those scars of her--oh wait no, it was by her abuser--who the hell is that man anyway? Is she running? Is she cold or sick-- "Ah." he snapped at his thoughts. He looked by the mountains only to be greeted by the sun's warm rays, he lifted his arm to cover his eyes, "Ah, so its morning already." the problem is though, the girl. What will he do to her?
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A Piece of Bread
Cerita PendekLife can be unfair, just like how Axel lived his whole 13 years of life. Poorer than a rat, living on cardboard, searching through garbage, what can possibly be any better or worse than that? WARNING: contains portrayal of abuse
