A Girl Born On The Battlefield 1

I've been stabbed. His sickening smile suppresses my will to fight back, and I feel the red-hot flow of life leave my body with each passing second. I can come back from this. I should be able to come back from this. So why can't I bring myself to do just that?

Oh. That's right. He made me with way. I am his creation, after all. I'm not sure why I ever thought that leaving meant I could escape. That I had actually killed him back then. Maybe I was just lying to myself. But I really thought that I had been saved from that lonely cage. That she had broken both the bars on my body and heart.

Her outstretched hand felt so warm and comforting that day. Her playful smile and silver tails seemed to tease all of my worries away, and her family was kind and welcoming. How could I be tempted by that when all I had ever known was what it was like to be cold?