*May pops out of nowhere, with short hair, shorts, sneakers and a t-shirt*
May: Someone say soul? Cause I don't have one. *notices Ike
May: oh hey Ike! It's been a while. *points to hair* I got a haircut!
May: No I mean I don't have a soul.
*holds out her palm, which is scarred with an x*
It got taken when I was 9. All I remember is waking up with this and my mom, who is a medium, telling me I lost my soul.
Toxic: ~Singing My Demons~
"Mayday! Mayday!
The ship is slowly sinking
They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling
They're all around me,
Circling like vultures
They wanna break me and wash away my colors
Wash away my colors"