PetezLittleDevil

x{Mike’s POV}x I blow some steam off on a tree with my bare hands. My bandages sway in the subtle winds on a branch. I stop and huff. The bark lightly stabs my forehead as I rest it against the tree. I heavily sigh with a groan. I mutter to myself, repeating the word bullshit. I throw one hard punch at the trunk, yelling the same word. An echoic voice catches me off guard. “What’s wrong, Mister?” I turn to the voice; it’s a little girl. “Uh...hi..?” She stands there. She just stares at me with her head tilted. Her little figure is draped in a long, pink nightgown with little white frills at the bottom. Her little hands are clutches at her sides, one holding a tattered teddy bear. Lon, curly, blonde hair flows down her face, to her back, and slightly hiding her pure white, eyeless stare. A nice glow surrounds her. I look around awkwardly, “Uh...so…” I take my bandages back from the branch and rewrap them. “You seem upset, Mister.” Mister, huh? Never