mikicharacharm

There was a girl, standing in the middle of the park's pure white gazebo, clutching onto her Loki Laufeyson keychain. That keychain, to her, was her most precious item. She never gave it to anyone. She never put on her backpack or keys. She kept it hidden. Safe, where it couldn't get lost. But, now, she felt like she needed it. She needed to be in a place which made her feel safe. A place where no one would bother her. A place where no one could interupt her. A place where no one would see her cry. The keychain that she clutched onto held a stong memory. The memory of her birthday weekend. When she met... him. I guess you could say it was lo

The blonde man slowly awoke in a dark room, his bright blue eyes tired and his blonde hair a tangled mess. He sat up and looked around. "What the fuck.. ? Where am I?" He waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark, and found out that he was actually in a bedroom. "Okay, now I'm really confused..." He stood up, his legs feeling a bit wobbly, but still able to hold out. He walked around the small bedroom, looting the dresser, desk, and closet to find something of use. He found a lantern. "Awesome!", he said. Once he turned the lantern on, he saw something from the corner of his eye. It was something on the bed. He slowly turned his gaze over to

 The ice cold floor seemed like it stretched down the hallway for eternity. Red splatters covered the walls and floor. A girl stood in the midst of this scene, her short brunette hair covering her face and her fragile body trembling with fear. Her grey-blue eyes wide with shock as she stared ahead of her. Bodies, everywhere. Some she recognized, and some she didn't. She was cluching onto something... A blade. A very large blade, at that. Had she done this? The answer... Yes. She slowly took a step back, clutching onto the blade tighter, the blood oozing onto her hand and down to her wrist. "I'm sorry...", she said, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry...