My nervous habits are getting worse.
I have begun to steal Detective Reed's still smoking cigarette butts, and extinguishing them fully on myself to tarnish the white plastic chassis that lays beneath my holoskin.
I am still not allowed to be issued a weapon, so the only thing tearing at my chassis night after night, are my dull nails, perfectly rounded and smoothed.
Somehow, I must find a way to hide these from you, so I do not scare you away.
YOU ARE READING
It's over, isn't it..
FanfictionConnor's internal diary, day by day. Though maybe, it's not just for him, but a story for his special someone.. • ‼️Trigger Warning! Mentions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, self harm and suicide‼️ • (Post Best Ending) • Unedited... • {Completed}
