They called me a demon child.
Not only children, that wouldn't be too bad, children are mean. But their parents as well.
I grew through it, but people keep shunning me for how I look.
And since you died, it didn't become any easier. But I am pushing through. Living on. Because I have to.

A million internet points for the person who knows which story/game this is from. I found it today on Newgrounds.

Tried a bunch of new things today:
Sequencing and trying to make it at least a bit continuous and recognizable.
Inking. I probably need another method, it's wonky and the line thickness is beyond my control with that inkpen/paper combination.
Front-up torso. It's unexpectedly diffcult. :I
And trying to not get so tired while sketching anymore.