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.
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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•
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Each girl had a tale to tell.
Blood.
Tears.
Bruises.
Truth.
Here these tales will appear, along with the girl behind them.
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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?•
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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•
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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•
sorry guys