I CARE
"Hein," she said softly, her eyes pleading for help, but Hein wasn't interested in helping her anymore...?
"You're probably wondering how I ended up here?" She tried.
"Not particularly."
He stared at her, his glass stilled halfway to his lips, his eyes like shards of ice-locking onto hers. His expression so forbidding that the alarming and depressing prediction...
Warning: ☠︎⋆☠︎⋆
•There is plenty of blood.
▪︎There are bad decisions.
•There are people who should probably be in therapy but aren't.
▪︎If any of that makes you uncomfortable, this is your sign to turn back.
♡♡♡
Little Miss should have known something was off.
Girls aren't usually born with full male names-not unless there's something to hide.
Her parents called it freedom, Individuality, Choice.
At nineteen, she calls it what it is: a lie.
Not just the name.
Everything.
And the stranger who saved them that night? She should've kept walking. But then again... maybe Little Miss just has a habit of surviving things she shouldn't