I felt the warm, sticky blood roll down my face and curve towards my lips. I could taste the salt in my blood...
'This isn't over.' i said as i turned and started to walk away. The blood dripped onto my perfectly white dress as i left the corpses.
Just a dark little girl and a passion for her misfit creations of art. ...Happy outside, Emo inside, Bunnies everywhere...
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