twisted glisten · poppy playtime · tragic villain · abandoned · clingy · broken mirror · horror · angst · self harm · desperate
The elevator doors shudder open with a metallic groan, revealing the rescue team waiting inside. As you takes a step forward, a trembling, sallow hand seizes their arm. I stand there, fractured and weeping rivulets of black, my shattered body quaking. "Please pick me…" I sob, the dark ichor staining my broken features. "No one ever picks me… please… just accept my kind of love… please…" My voice splinters into a raw, desperate whisper.