"If there was ever anyone to show me the realness in 'reality', it was Yuu... Tiny, little, innocent Yuu - the boy who loved comic books and fascinated in fictional violence, never truly knowing what the truth was like until he met me. I wish he never had to meet me, and see what I do... But he did. It were as if life handed him to me because it knew he was bound to die. That's why I felt like protecting his innocence from taint was my responsibility, no matter the obstacles. I knew I had limited reasons to live and a dead end ahead of me. But, I have a child to protect and an oath to keep myself alive for him. And if I fail, I'd ought to rot in my own hell." The playlist: http://8tracks.com/armincrackers/memento-mori

Long ago, my best friend was taken from me. They took him, and a part of me. I was empty, void of most happiness for some time. To me, Mikaela was my childhood joy. My everything. Now, I have found him. Rather, he found me. But his view on life was shifted. A freak of nature was what they called him. They feared him, believed the words that he truly is a monster. He was not. Original photo: 吉子 on Pixiv

"Cross your heart?" "Cross my heart, hope to die, and end a life with just one lie." - When my light was snuffed out at a young age, I had grown accustomed to the darkness. The way that it covered the light for so long that I entirely forgot about it apart from my distant memories. It had taken care of me when I needed it most. It had taken advantage of me when I was at my most vulnerable point. Of the one I hold dear. Of all of us. This . . . darkness. It goes by a name. It calls itself Prometheus. And we must heed it's call. Or else Prometheus will take away the human life it so graciously allowed us to keep. But they cannot lead me. Control me. For even at the end of it all- I stubbornly control the fate of my precious life. Photo credit to Andressina on Deviantart

And there we were, the two of us, standing at the entrance of his bedroom. "This is where you and I will get to know a lot about each other... And where I will thank you every single night for what you have done for me." "...Every night?" Mika was called a doll, but he wasn't to me... He just needed to feel human... Because all he could think of was repaying me with his body. He'd get completely naked for me and just simply let me touch him like it was nothing. I could never do that. Cameras, clothes, the way he presented himself - he was always under control... Nothing seemed to belong to him. Not even his body. How could a boy like me be the only one to give everything back to him? **Occasional heavy vice, possible triggers containing: rape, abuse, illness** Excerpt Playlist: http://8tracks.com/armincrackers/doll-excerpts