『εγε Cαπdγ α problemατic siπ』

"You are cute." He stated flatly as I watch the creases of his lips curve. I chuckled spiting out the metallic taste that dared to ooze from my stained crimson lips. "Cute only describes what you want to see in me not what you need to see." I stare into his flame lit eyes as he erupts into laughter. "And exactly what do I not see?" "A psycho always hides their flaws until their makeup is removed." A curiosity took place upon his demeanor. I counted the remaining seconds. Each drip of polluted water that filled the air with sickness , greed , and fear soon became my tears as the dripped upon my face. The dirt that surrounded my face became more of a tanning session gone wrong as the once bright lighting became everyone's uncertainty but my distraction.

Warning this story is mature and involves mature and armature readings. This story also first takes place in the middle as the beginning and the being in the middle if you do not comprehend please read on to find out yourself.