Mar 19, 2017
A half broken yet prideful child was trembling in a corner of her own bedroom, while trying to apply some of a disinfectant liquid to the thin cuts she had in his hands. She wasnt doing quite a good work -the substance burned and it was practically impossible for her hands to stop shaking--, but at least she was managing to stay silence. But then, to complicate things even more, she heard someone knocking on the door.
“Go away!” Her voice sounded slightly more high-pitched that usual. She didn’t know who were behind the door, but whoever it was their presence only will make things worst.
