Hey guys! I now have a different story (other than Hetalia, I know right?) I hope you guys really like this one. It's based in the world of Cirque du Freak, so of course I do not own, and if I did *!SPOILER ALERT!* Larten Crepsley would be far from dead... so enjoy! R&R blah blah blah blah...
Prologue
Alice
62, 63, 64... it seemed the scars were endless, a network of skin deep wounds spider-webbed the interior of my arms. The welts that covered my body stung as I shifted my weight on the cold, cruel tile. A small amount of blood congealed on my shoulder, over the swelling mark he had made when he had bitten down. I couldn't move because I was in so much pain. At least, I think I was. My entire body was so numb I could barely feel my extremities. I didn't fight because I couldn't win. I knew this from experience. It was better if I didn't struggle. Staring at the wall blankly, I waited for the tears to come, but they wouldn't. It was just survival now. I'd been telling myself for so long not to be... weak? and stand up for myself. The floor was so cold... Some coherent part of my mind got mt to my feet and I staggered to the shower of the bathroom I had been laying in. I didn't need to undress, I was already stripped down anyway. The water was so hot it bit at my flesh. That was okay. At least in could feel now. On the shower rack sat a cheap razor. Oh so tempting... not hesitating, I ripped the device apart, shredding my finger tips for the thousandth time and sliced a few new cuts to keep the others company.
Picking up the bottle of body wash, I poured a handful into my palm and robotically began to clean my ravaged body. Halfway down my stomach, I erupted from my numb shock. Crouching in the corner, I sobbed hysterically, blood and soap suds dripping through the drain. Cuts still stinging massively, I bawled so hard, I could barely breathe. The water ran cold and for a few moment I didn't notice until my body was mostly numb again. I realized I needed to get out before Mom comes in and starts yelling.
Wrapped in a large towel, I dashed to my room for clean clothes. I pulled out the overly-baggy, worn out clothes I normally wore. It was my only defense. I don't know why I did it. I just thought that if I didn't show myself in anyway to him he wouldn't want me. But he's seen me naked lots of time, so what does it matter?
I stared at a picture of my and my mother before she married him. We looked so happy, I was a small girl, she held me close and we laughed at something. The picture became blurry as tears filled my eyes and I had to set the frame aside. Over the course of the next several hours I watched the descending Colorado dusk. After some time of contemplation, I rose and gathered a large coat. Sticking a pair of
Wolverines and I swiped all the money in his wallet, I walked out of that life of misery forever.