struggling. hurting. he’s been crying all evening, locked himself in the bathroom. clumps of skin– flesh– lay on the floor, blood staining tile. parts of his arms, thighs, shoulders, are missing. cuts, cuts all over his body. claw marks. incisions. self - inflicted, wounds that mean so much. why’d he have to be saved ?
“ RUDI RUDI RUDI. ” soft pale skin does little to muffle the banging of stone knuckles against the bathroom door. he can hear the ghoul crying ( has been crying for quite some time ) though he didn’t know why, had just come over to see if rudi wanted to go to the woods with him. “ ah c’mon rudi open up and come play. it’s nice outside! “