The girl would gently push herself on the light weighted swing, humming to herself. Her long back hair covered her deep eyes, a white dress rested upon her pale skin, painted with blood. Her bony hands would run along the chain of the swing, tugging on them hard, screams echoing around her. The tree would be her only company in the world she lived in. Hell was earth to her, it seemed no different. Droplets of ruby blood would run along her wrist, hitting the cold earth below her. She would sigh standing, the sound of taunting laughter and whispering would be heard from every square inch.
"Look, it's the Devil's child..~"
"That depressed bitch.. she should go to Hell!"
"Don't go near her! She will possess you!"
She would look around at the dark, dull sky. Her parents had enough problems already, not being able to get her a social worker was a tough task. Everyone feared her. She was known.. as she Devil's Child.
YOU ARE READING
The Devils Daughter
ParanormalThe tale is based off a girl. Much alike me, the same story, the same game and life. Depression shall hit you hard.
