[mature] Flash. Give me amnesia. [Open]

[Scyla]

I'm an invisible monster, and I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse. Everything hurt. Her body. Her heart. Her brain. Everything. The gray tovero was now splattered with the red from the cuts and wounds. The red ran down the back of her hind legs, her tail stained pink from it. Her wings were tattered, flight feathers ripped out from the failed escape from the yellow forest. Her mouth dry from a mixture of drunk apples and blood loss. Her wings dragged behind her, her energy too depleted, her mind too broken to hold them close to herself. What protection were they from her brother anyways? What had started out as a fun party seemed to fall into her darkest nightmares, playing on childhood fears and fulfilling them. But why Tephra? Why go back to the place where your rapist lived? Invisible monsters had no where else to go. Who would else would take the broken creature now? What could she possibly offer them? Nothing but broken feathers and the blood dried to her skin. Every muscle ached from the fight she had put up, but to no avail. Scratches lined her hide from the brush he had cornered her in, the scene plays again and again and again in her minds eye. One minute she had bumped into the host of the party, and the next she had seen Dahmer. Oh how excited she had been to see him at such an event! Her heart had soared and her squeal of delight had brought him close in greeting. But her message had been wrong, she had perhaps been too friendly. The apples hadn't been on his breath but familial ties turned to Dog-face threats. Her screams and squeals of protest fell on deaf ears of the lust ridden festival. The warm air feels better, she halts just inside the borders, the tropical breezes and the distant pounding of the ocean calling her. She trudges slowly towards the shore, aiming to clean her wounds with the salt of the ocean. But as she steps onto the store, she collapses, exhausted, depleate. Broken.

@[Dahmer] ? Sorry, not sorry!