Hairbun503

Little _______ walked along the sidewalk, cold and alone. This would be the first time she's spent Christmas alone since she ran away from the orphanage. The ghastly place had been her home for as long as she's lived. It was warm and toasty there, even if everyone was mean to her. She clutched the dog tag that hung around her neck whilst reminiscing. The orphanage used dog tags to track escapees down. She had been lucky to make it this long. Why did she leave the prison in the first place? To find a man. *** Feliciano Vargas was walking past a store that was selling Christmas trees, twirling a knife in his hand, when he suddenly knocked into

You could sense the many pairs of eyes on you as you tugged up your long sleeve, revealing dozens of cuts and scars made by the little, sharp thing hidden in your bathroom. Several people gasped, but other than that, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. You didn’t dare look up, even though you could feel the eyes of many others staring at you with a peculiar kind of innocent sadness. Their eyes burned holes though you, and even though that you knew that they would never in a million years blame you, guilt wracked your heart. “What did you do to yourself?” a quiet voice asked, while a soft, calloused hand ti