She sat silent on the stone cold cement floors that tiled her bathroom floor. Blood drained from her face as the all too familiar coolness ran in trickling streams down her peculiarly thin arms. She broke, again. She keeps promising that she'll stop, but what's another broken promise anyways.
Dark, raven like hair cascades across her back, down her shoulder blades, gently tickling the hem of her pajama bottoms. Pants, a fresh long sleeve as well. Normal to her, and everyone who had met, or known her. She had been broken for so long, it wasn't a big deal in the summer anymore.
Harry, the bad boy, he had never talked to Laikyn. She was uncharted territory, a nobody, an outcast. She was quiet. A loner. Will that change when she stumbles into him? Will fate play a key role in this dark tale?
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Bruised and Scarred (Harry Styles/punk/au)
Fiksi PenggemarShe sat silent on the stone cold cement floors that tiled her bathroom floor. Blood drained from her face as the all too familiar coolness ran in trickling streams down her peculiarly thin arms. She broke, again. She keeps promising that she'll stop...
