Marked

I couldn't live without pain. I'd been born into a life of torture and I walked the lonely road of torment, praying for mercy. I was scarred mentally. I was deformed physically. I was mutilated emotionally. I was a sailor lost at sea, a soul lost in limbo, a shell of a man with no hope. Until I found her. My fiery-haired, crystal-eyed little one who brought light to a life that knew nothing but darkness. But she had dark shadows of her own. A past filled with anguish and brutality. A future...