(Chloe's past)
I wandered around the park, underneath the bold lavender-purple sky. The streetlights were only semi-functional, so most of the light was provided by nearby buildings. The surroundings were filled with plentiful shadows, yet the shape of the landscape was still clear as day.
Why do some people have so much more sensitivity for violence?
Laying strewn up against the wall was a relatively-young delinquent. A gentle stream of blood was flowing from his nostrils. His dirtied-cloth-like clothing was lathered with dirt and grass—it was mostly my doing. It wasn't like I was purposely picking a fight though, he attacked me first; it was simply self-defence. People like that only listened to violence, so that was how I decided to communicate with him.
'—yer… a monster.'
Maybe I was.
