Is Anyone There?

Despise for every last bit of skin, every strand of hair, every bruise or scar, everything, was what he felt. Sometimes he just wanted to tear it all apart, to scratch and rip at the skin until he was nothing but a bloody mess. The parts he despised the more, however, were the small red bumps on his head and the red tail flicking aimlessly against the ground. The ones that made his eyes glow slightly too bright and his smiles slightly too sharp.

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Tommy is a demon hybrid and has a bad time.