❝There's no one I can run to...❞

Misfits have no place in the world created solely for the norm. And yet we manage; we manage where you least expect it—

Nothing about her was normal— and you could tell by her eyes. And honestly… was she someone you walk up to and say hello? Did something so beautiful ever look so ugly; especially deep under the layers of damaged flesh. Was she worth your last breath, the final good morning or last goodnight? Because no one can see her coming; and she’s very hungry.

❝And nothing I could ever do.❞☠☠☠☠☠

Rated R; explicit content, triggers, violence, gore, mature content, discretion advised.