Blood dripped from my cold and white hands. I could only lie there on the snow white tiled floor hoping the knife moving like a hummingbird in my wound would kill me soon. My once beautiful hair was ruined as it became a sponge from all the blood leaking from my back and my smooth face was covered in wrinkles from shock of seeing my attackers emotionless face. My face lost all color and my heart was sinking. I had given up. All that waited for me was probably a bottomless dirt hole dug by some people I knew and others I didn’t.
It was really pitiful but what was I too?
I was me, the pitiful and the grotesquely morbid, Anabelle Lee.
The poor girl who was never going to anything with her life…
Quote:
Give me some feedback.
And I need an editor.
D:
Anybody offering?
