Blood that's all she could see. At age three she didn't know what to do, staying in the corner huddled up hoping that the murderer couldn't see her. The person then turns, and run leaving the scene. Her parents each took a bullet to their heart. The (h/c) girl crawls over to her parents crying, only to see her parents with blood spewing from their hearts. Eyes dull, and lifeless there was no hope in saving them.
As years went by she tried to make friends, but each friend ended up died by the next day. Slowly she started to blame herself for their death's. She turned cold. Her once colorful closet is filled with black, chains, and combat boots. Revenge for her family, and friends soon was all she wanted. She even asked Santa to kill the murderer that's making her life a living hell. One day that person will die to (f/n)'s hands, and that won't be pretty.
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Ouran Highschool Host Club x reader (x hetalia)
FanfictionEvery time (f/n) gets close to someone they die in the hands of a brutally murderer, but why her? No one knows, but each death has turned her cold, and from a nice girl, to a loner with black clothes and a smarta** attitude. When she meets the host...
