3rd person POV:
"You claim you're not a pervert. And yet you watch me sleep."
"Shut your tiny mouth. You're so f*****g annoying."
Odin glared at the girl. She laid in the centre of the bed, looking so small and fragile. Yet she glared at him. He felt like if he touched her, she would crumble into dust. Her skin was pale and ashy, her lips had a faint bluish tone. Her wrists were covered with bandages, and underneath them were slashes.
Slashes she inflicted upon herself.
Odin rubbed his temples. "For heaven sake. What is your problem? Huh? You had to I ahead and f*****g slit your own wrists huh?"
She pulled herself up and rested on the headboard. "I'm not afraid of you, and I'm not afraid of dying. You can torture me, break me, I will not care. I don't care.."
"You're a f*****g kid.
