Daisy"And who could ever love the fucked up little girl?" Daisy asked as she looked over at Dexter. The girl stood, lightly playing with the ends of her hair. She was half naked with only her lingerie on, her body was covered in scars from her wrists to her knees. She cocked her head to the side and giggled once more before Dexter walked over to her and examined the scars all over her.Daisy by AmyJohnston
Bewildered, he couldn't believe that a girl that was so quiet could simply do this to herself, slash herself over and over. It didn't make sense to him and maybe he didn't want to make sense of it because he didn't want to break down at the thought of her taking anything to her skin. He wanted to be strong, not for himself but for her.
Tracing his fingertips over the scars on her wrists, he realized they were a little older than what he thought as Daisy wasn't reacting to his touch. She was only staring up at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking, they hadn't much ever talked about this kind of thing