He taught me to kill. Murder is in my blood now. It runs through my
veins and though I hide the monster I see in the mirror with ink, it
doesn’t keep him from coming out.
My street name is Mercy, but I
never show any. Except for her. I watch Becca, though she doesn’t know.
She saved me a long time ago; the day my father killed my mother. Her
bravery turned her into a target.
My father holds a grudge and
knife with the same proficiency, and Becca is the focus of his hatred.
And I’m the only monster who can save her.
❤️
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