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It was a dark and gloomy night as Sakihito woke up from his deep sleep, his eyes slowly opened showing the young boy his new surroundings. Without showing any fear or any sign of emotion the young boy sat up.
He took note of the cold, blood-stained room. His eyes glancing at the blood for a few minutes before glancing down at himself. Noticing that his usual small, clean body was covered in dirt and blood.
'What the fuck happened?' Was what the young boy thought as he sat up from the dingy bed, His hand bruised and covered in different colors ranging from a light purple to a yellowish color, The boy sighed and shook his blood covered hair.
He used his uninjured hand to sweep his bangs away from his eyes, getting more blood on his hand. The young boy's colorful eyes glanced at the bloody door slightly narrowing his eyes in a curious glance, Quietly stepping over the many silver chains surrounding the bed.
The young boy silently opened the blood covered door, His eyes glancing back and forth as he searched for any sign of life. In which he didn't, His dirt covered feet slowly walked out of the blood covered room and now on the clear white marble floor.
Narrowing his eyes, the young boy continued to limp down the overly white hallway. Getting annoyed at the light colors blinding his way, His eyes seemingly not used to the bright colors nor the bright lights.
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I hate being sick while writing.
It makes me lose my inspiration, do any of you guys get that? A loss of words when their ill? Let me know in the comments~
I'd love to chat with Ya'll.
