The Moon Sees Me (слэш)

Just because it heals doesn't mean that it don't hurt. It hurts. Every damn time. Every hit, every stab, every strike of a bullet, I feel it as it rips through me, tears through the meat and the muscle but never the bone. The bones always remain solid.
But whatever. It ain't lasting. The pain is easy to forget, the blood washes off, there won't even be a scar. They knock me down. I can get up. I can walk away. No matter how much they hurt me they can't leave a mark on me. That's the way I thought of myself. Untouchable. Unbreakable.
That is until I met them.
Or; having a family is a beautiful and terrifying thing.