alek: D:

You couldn’t help but smile, however unlike your grin or smirk. It wasn’t twisted, it wasn’t showing your wishes of hurting someone. However, it was an empty smile, almost as if it was just something you learned to fake it. To fake being human. With that, you let out a small chuckle that was also faked. How nice must of it been, to not be hounded down for every small misstep you took. To be taught nothing else but to murder, to destroy everything that stood in your way. Staring at the other, the one that you were jealous of, you started to scratch at your arm. To the point that blood started to come from the cuts you were making with the tip of your finger nails with how hard you were scratching. 

A small habit you only ever use when you were approached with something that you had no idea how to answer or do with. After a bit of scratching, it finally hit you that you were hurting yourself and you pulled away your hand. Staring at the blood that was covering your finger tips, you kept the facade smile. “I hate you.” Though that was beyond a lie, that was no where near the truth. You wanted him to save you, you wanted him the so called annoyance to get you away from them and tell you it’s okay. But who would do that for you? You who slaughtered many like you were told. You who found pleasure in that madness, you who were nothing more then just a stray dog without them.

“You’re not human Seven. Haven’t you noticed that by now? After all, you’re still standing.” You hated him, you hated him so much. It wasn’t your fault that since a young age you were told you were only meant to kill. That those hands of yours were weapons to be pointed at whoever they are told to be pointed at.