ShadowsOnSand

Sis reads stories to me sometimes. She reads the ones where the sick boy with rings in his hair gets better through his friends' love. I used to like those. But now… the sick little boy with rings in his hair is getting every single drop of love we can give, but he's not getting better. He's getting worse. Those stories about the little boy… they're just stories. They're lies. I hate them! They tell Patty that the world is nice!! That the worst things will always turn great in the end! They lied to her! I can't help it, so I scream into my pillow. I know sis is sad, too. I reach for my stuffed giraffe. This is the giraffe t

Death the Kid was dying. This became apparent to me three days ago. We were on a mission, searching for a 'serial killer', who was now marked as a Kishin Egg. Yeah, right. So it came that this 'serial killer' was responsible for the deaths of some of the most elite students that ever attended the DWMA. It was some sick crap. But they didn't tell Patty and me that before we were attacked. They didn't say shit before Kid risked everything, and jumped in front of the knife to save us. They didn't say anything other than that the thing killed maybe two-dozen people. Years ago. Now when I think of a serial killer, I think of some sic