Dark
It is dawn when she comes back home.
It is always dawn when she comes back. Just dark enough to cover the blood on her hands, the blood on her face, her ripped and bloody clothing.
Dawn is barely ever enough but it has to be. It is all she gets.
She then takes off her clothes, puts them in one pile and then she showers. Sometimes she'd shower for hours on end until her skin burns from the too hot water, from the too rough washing because the blood never gets off anymore. Sometimes she barely scrapes the dirt off from her skin because she just doesn't have the strength anymore. And sometimes she skips the shower altogether, and starts burning the clothing, burning all the evidence she might have left behind.
And then, with bloody hands, for her hands can't ever be clean again, shaking slightly she lights yet another incense stick.
Closes her eyes.
One for her mother.
Breathes in.
One for her father.
Breathes out.
One for Kaito.
And then she gets up again, mind already overflown with thoughts of her next kill, blanketed in darkness.
Thanks for all your reviews up to now. Honestly, it's what gets me through life right now. So, here's just a short snippet to say I'm not dead, yet haha