Bleach One shot.
Disclaimer/ I dont Own Tite Kubo works Bleach.
A dark CracFic
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I fell hard.
Broke my legs.
Bone shining.
Blood trickling,
Pain blinding all sences.
Never to walk.
Never to run.
That wont stop him.
He wont pity.
It's just another way to play his game.
I crawl.
Tears streaming.
Lungs drowning.
Crimson.
Staining the floor.
He hovers over me.
Smiling.
"Are you having fun?"
I scream at him.
My fists charge.
Ready to fight.
Survive.
He lifts me up.
Unimaginable hate.
Radiating from him.
But he still smiles.
I fell hard.
Broke my hands.
Fingers dangling.
Lifeless.
Wrists limp.
Never to hold a rose.
Never to paint.
That wont stop him.
It's just another way to play his game.
I lay there.
Numb.
Painful hiccups coming from my throat.
He sits next to me.
Smirking.
"Have I won this round?"
I nod.
Hoping this will end.
But he lifts me up.
Once more.
Hands squeeze.
My neck.
It breaks.
I feel life.
Leaving.
I wither.
Fall leaves.
I fall hard.
But I dont feel any pain.
Im a broken.
Dead.
"I need a new doll to place with."
xXCrowdwellerRavenXx
