Hey Guys! It's been a few months now. Where's the time gone? I've been busy with school and planning this new story. The prologue is a bit angsty but is a bit important to the whole thing. Yes, I have planned the whole thing out! I've rated it a T but it may include some features of M. Only because of mentions of mature themes such as suicide, cutting, lots of blood etc. There won't be too much of this but proceed with caution on the prologue. One last thing, the chapters aren't too long. Anyway, sorry with the long AN and enjoy Cure For My Love!
How did it get to this? There was nothing to tell the girl in the cold, empty hell hole about how long she'd been there. Not that she could tell before she got herself there. But that felt like a long time ago to Ichigo. Even longer since...
No. She couldn't think about it. Not now. Ichigo drew her knees up to her chest slowly, as if not to startle herself. Either that, or she was too broken to do it any quicker. The girl's unwashed hair fell around her face, the red in it harsh against her eyes.
It hurt. The redhead's whole body hurt. The scars on her arms were a constant reminder of the pain she had gone through. The dry, scratchy feeling on her throat was a reminder of the relief she nearly felt.
Of course, those were the reasons why she was there in the first place. Solitary confinement. With nothing but solid ground. Ichigo managed to nearly bite the dust with cushions and pillows. They wouldn't risk it now.
So three confinements later, the redhead had found herself there. Three square meals a day, no company, no light. Nothing. Could only sit here there to wait for her release. Years. Weeks. She didn't know.
How did it get do this? There was nothing but her thoughts there. Ichigo Momomiya was a prisoner. Thinking couldn't harm her physically.
They didn't care about her safety mentally.
Ichigo stroked the ground with dry, scarred hands. She chuckled without amusement. Quite darkly as one might assume.
"I was so innocent once..."
Next chapter will be up soon :)