Broken Toys

by DreiSchussEspresso

When I was a child, my parents decided to kill me and my siblings. It did kill something in me, but it gave birth to something else. Some call it the sixth sense, and some call it psychic powers, to me, I say it's a nuisance. A variable that will hinder me from protecting what's left in my life. Whatever is left of it anyway. I can tell that I'm not going to live for long. I know.

15. Author's Notes

I am so sorry, I completely forgot about this fic, hence the long ass wait. I am so sorry.

I don't have much to say about it, other than the fact that it was fuckin stupid. No thought went into the production of this thing, and I wrote it cuz I was bored.

Thank you, to everyone that read this stupid thing, and I wish you all a happy day. Review replies won't be held for this thing cuz there are barely any.

Thank you again for reading this.