Looking through the mirror, he traces his C-section scar on his lower abdomen. He also starts tracing the tattoos on his skins when feels little fingers on his right hands. Looking down at the owner, throught he's green-grey eyes.
I hold back but before long I puked out some weird purple flesh with weird rainbow colour. Beating like a heart as weird tentacles sprout out moving like worms as it crawls its way...
I reached her fence. Usually I stepped over. This time, I kicked it in. Boards cracked and flew like a bomb blast had gone off. My foot was hurting—it bitched me out.
