Disclaimer: i do not own ddlc, which is property if dan salvato and his team. These stories are not part of the cannon and are merely fictional . The characters all belong to dan salvato unless otherwise stated. The stories feature sensitive topics like depression, self harm, and abuse. All characters are +18. You have been warned. ############################### Drip. Drip. Drip. She stares, giddy as she watches bright red stain pure white sheets. The pain drives her mad, sinking into a whirlpool of ecstacy. •sharp• ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Each girl had a tale to tell. Blood. Tears. Bruises. Truth. Here these tales will appear, along with the girl behind them. ------------------------------------- She felt cold hands in her hair, whispering menacing thoughts she had grown familiar to. She felt too weak to move, unmotivated . "Why" "Do" "I" "Feel" "This" "Way" "?" •help me?• <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> She spends so much on makeup not because of vanity, but instead to hide. Bruises raise eyebrows, Black eyes raise questions, And her father raised a hurt child. •papa•
