✾ 『 sixth hit 』 | video

[ It's one of those impossibly dark nights, or maybe that's just because of the hour-- past 2:00 AM in the morning. The setting is a deserted pathway in Xanadu, the shades of trees and a bordering pond marking dark masses in the background; a singular street light glowing a bleary yellow. It casts enough light to illuminate the little girl standing before it.

A sharp red cut strikes a clear contrast against her cheek. Clear imprints of dirty smudges share the canvas of her face, along with damp streaks from hot tears. Mindy is still crying, eyes red and puffy. Her hair is a tangled mess, worn long to her back, while her pink t-shirt and jeans are marked with cuts and tears.

She presses a right hand against the inner bend of her left elbow, trying to stifle that thin string of red slipping from the cracks of her fingers. ]

Please—

[ A trembling voice. ]

Can someone help me? I- I'm scared.

( ooc )