[TRIGGER WARNING! Please read with caution before proceeding. Please.]
it wasn't me.
your daddy loved you.
you know that right?
he was special.
he treated you like what a father would to his child.
no.
no.
no.
your daddy gave you everything you didn't deserve.
he decorated you with rotten flowers.
he dusted off your tears using your mother's cloth.
he always bids you good night.
you're wrong. wrong. wrong. wrong. wrong.
don't you remember how his lips stained your skin?
how his hands held your throat?
how your mommy could only stare with pathetic tears brimming from the corner of her dead eyes?
how he promised to cherish you,
and love you for eternity?
good ol' daddy, huh?
that's why you could never do such a thing right?
you could never kill them, right?
daddy loved listening to your silly stories.
daddy loved watching you struggle.
daddy loved making you cry.
daddy loved you.
but, sometimes, he paints you with red.
he embellishes your flesh with silent moans.
he gnashes his teeth against your neck.
he locks the door when you're not looking.
he traps you into his arms, too tight to ever come undone.
and you,
you,
you,
did nothing.
you let him, right?
because daddy is the best.
daddy is the only person you need.
so why?
why is he on the floor with mommy?
why is he swimming in his own blood?
why is he calling out your name?
what did you do?
it wasn't you, right?
you'd never do anything like that.
no, you know better.
daddy loved his little boy.
daddy had a son.
daddy never cared for a girl.
merely a daughter.
YOU ARE READING
beyond redemption. 東京喰種
Fanfictionforgiveness is not within your grasp, child. [tokyo ghoul]
