“i don’t need to go,” she gritted out as she wiped the blood off of her arm, eyes looking at the slash mark before looking back up at ellis. “can’t you just stitch here? or what about superglue?” the last thing she wanted was people asking questions about the bruises and the cuts on her body. not after today. not after that. her mother had been particularly angry when she’d refused to visit the ‘nice’ man down the street. // @ellisalexandra










