#sadiisticx

[omencaller]

u rude how even dARE

lmao

[omencaller]

THAT REMINDS ME OF WATCHING TEENWOLF INSTEAD OF CATCHING UP ON SAILOR MOON CRYSTAL KSDJGSLg

#judgingu

[night-raid-tatsumi-blog]

sadiisticx

Tatsumi was sitting by the forest on the grass staring into the sky, looking at the clouds, it was very peaceful, nothing could go wrong.

[omencaller]

' my cat ran away. now my apartment is lonely. come replace the cat. '

"---That one time when     everything feeling      relatively normal, and you        so happen to show up?"

[sadiisticx]

lets see if my fist can fix my tag

[archive-braveswine-blog]

sQUINTS ITS UR BIRTHDAY? HAPPY BIRTHDAYDSGSL

[hazelswishvault]

Hazel and Esdeath

Hazel was crying so much and so loudly on her bed she only just heard the sound of the front door slamming shut. They were gone. She was all alone now but that was good. If they were gone, they couldn’t hit her or hurt her anymore.

They’d both hit her a lot today. She had cried and screamed throughout it but she didn’t even know why. No one heard her cries and screams. No one cared. No one cared or heard her being hurt and no one cared she was alone and crying now. She hurt so much. She had so many bruises already she wondered how many more would appear soon. She felt like one big bruise. She was hungry but she hurt too much to even get up and go downstairs to the kitchen.

Her mom and dad had left together and they’d probably be gone most of the night like they sometimes were. She had to try and get up later to get something to eat before they came back. She wouldn’t be able to get anything to eat at the school breakfast club tomorrow because she knew she wouldn’t be going to school for a while. She knew she was going to have bruises on her face soon after how they’d hit her. They always called the school to say she was sick when they hit her in the face and she got bruises. But right now she didn’t feel good enough to get up.

Why do they hit me like this? Why do they hurt me like this? Why don’t they love me? What am I doing wrong? Why won’t the wish I made to be loved come true? She wondered as she cried. She reached out and grabbed her pillow, clutching it to her chest like a stuffed animal. She liked to sometimes hold the pillow like this and pretend it was a stuffed animal, since she didn’t have one. But she couldn’t pretend today.

Her mommy and daddy didn’t love her. They never would. She hurt so much but not just from the bruises. She hurt inside. And she felt like the pain would never go away….