Pink & Black
I didn't know how to deal with this, I never do. Sometimes I wonder if I was stronger I might not be scared anymore. Sometimes I wake up in the darkness just waiting for death to take me away. And this time it had, or should I say he had. Lord death himself took me from my mother's dead body lying in a heap of her black witch arrows. She was a witch who was full of evil. She never wanted me, all she did was use me for her experiments like now I have black blood and a living weapon inside of me. Now I'm in a prison cell cuddling with what seems likely to be my only friend, a pillow. I was full of paradichlorobenzene, a word used for a poison chemical but also for a person's jealousy. I am jealous of humans, with their normal lives and everything they ever wanted. Me I was raised in a dark room with nothing, not even lights. The closest thing I had to a possession was Ragnorok and he seemed more likely to possess me than the other way around.