(Be him/her?) I sat on the sidewalk, the left side of my face was beaten up. It had bruises, scrapes, and scratches all along my skin. You hated seeing me hurt or me still fighting. "You need to stop this Alec! Your arm is going to need stitches!" You hold my arm and examine a cut that was pretty deep and wide, the source where the most blood had came from. "I'm fine...it's no big deal." I shrug as I try to stay balanced sitting down.
My smol bean Christopher. Christopher has dark secrets. Don't be mean to Christopher. He is a sad ghost boy like the rest.
∆ Dee laid in bed, arm laying in front of him, hand tilted up slightly. He stared off at it, not really focusing on it, just letting his thoughts roam. He missed Vann. He wants to be back with him. Tell him all about how he really feels about him. "I fucked up," ∆