Death, Blood, Red

Death, Blood, Red

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 27, 2022
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Percy is having a hard time going forward without her past reappearing in every blink. Trauma destructed her being; she almost believed she was made out of it. It's unbelievable when unwanted voices and thoughts fill their head and still feel lonely. //check tags for trigger warning in advance.
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When I was born, the hospital my mother was in caught fire. She didn't make it due to severe burns, so I was put in a foster home. I suffer from dyslexia and ADHD, but also a curse. Wherever I go, fire follows. My first foster house burned down and three people died, the second one burned and this time, no one died. By the fifth foster home, I was a danger to others and I wasn't allowed in a house with other children. It was as if the world had cursed me to always destroy others, to kill, and to take. I never wanted to go to a new home, I tried to stay away, tried to seclude myself, but a boy with chocolate brown eyes and a leather jacket decided he wouldn't let me.

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