((oops))When you're little, sometimes your parents upset you, they make you sad, make you feel hurt. For your heart, those are like bruises and bumps. But they heal quickly, you get over it. It's what happens.It wasn't like that for me. My mom didn't bruise, she stabbed. She tore. My whole childhood, she spent just tearing my heart apart, into a million little pieces.That's what made it so easy for me to hurt people, to be so mean. I was numb. Broken. And even so, it hurt, too.Sometimes, i would find something to help the pain. Or someone. But those were only like painkillers, helping for just a little bit.Then, I met Mica.She's like bandages, like stitches. She put me back together. Sometimes we fight, and those stitches come loose, but we always fix it again. We always make up.I feel like maybe I help her a little, too, sometimes. Just maybe. And...that's a good feeling. That's the best feeling.
Sorry e.e))"What did you feel when you were dying?"((Might not be very in character sounding...he wouldn't say that to anyone in canon. and no accent, but I only have a limited time on the internet and I was bored, so I wrote this answer instead of drawing xD)) I felt a lot of things, I think. Mostly, I felt cold. Very, very cold. Not the kind of cold that makes your bones ache, though. It was the kind that numbs you until the only thing you can feel is cold. I suppose, that was a good thing, because I couldn't feel the gashes all over my body. I know I was talking ... or singing, rather.. But I could hardly even hear it. Everything was muffled and muted. I couldn't even hear my own voice, I could hardly hear my own thoughts. It was dark, too. Really, really dark. What I could see was blurred and red-tinted. Maybe it was the blood in my eyes. I'm not really sure. And I was .... desperate. Desperate for human contact, I guess. I didn't want the Kyle boy to let go. ..