Being adopted is hard, being adopted by a serial killer is even harder. Cover by: Verde56

"What did he do to you?" She asks, running her fingers against my abnormally cold, scarred skin. "Nothing, baby girl. Nothing," I state, expecting tears to form in my eyes. They never come. ---------- "Are we going to die here?" She questions, biting her lip. I shift uncomfortably, pulling her into a hug before replying, "To you, I won't allow it, but I'm already gone."

I was seeing my parents died. Die peacefully was just a phrase. Went along with no hopes they were gonna live in God's heaven. Rest in peace would never belong to them. Otherwise, the damned befouled souls were their kind. In the land of God and monsters, I was a victim. Living in the garden of evil. Scared doing anything, I was screwed up of things you pretended to see. I told you to leave. Not sure you did hear. Maybe life wasn't nice to both of us, but you were free. Why you just stood here by me and being contained? *If there are any mistakes on the grammar, words, etc just comment. I'm planning to edit the mistakes every 10 chapters.