Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

The girl realized that the grab on the nape of her neck was getting less firm while she held on to the male's upper leg. Eventually the male even flopped down, her grip on his leg loosening and eventually letting go. Her panting filled the air, her pale eyes blinded and distant. Why did he stop? Why was he giving up? Her gaze looked troubled, the girl was mentally not okay.

She was ready to attack him again, make him fight her back. The pain he inflicted burned and throbbed. It reminded that she was still very much real, not just a shadow in these woods. No one cared. No one came to check up on her after that one message her father left. The girl didn't even expect them to. Her older siblings were going to leave her too. They didn't care she was certain of it. She was swallowed by all the thoughts surrounding her head, wanting to attack every walking thing to deal with her anger and misfortune.