"1, 2, 3." She muttered to herself repeatably.
"1, 2, 3." He's getting closer, she can feel the shadows forcing their way down her throat; filling her up with the dreadful darkness.
"1, 2, 3." The shadows bite viciously at her skin.
"1, 2, 3." She wails as they sink their claws into her flesh.
"1, 2, 3." She watches in horror, as her veins burst, and the rust scented scarlet liquid rushes out of her, staining her perfect porcelain skin.
"1, 2, 3." They tear her glass bones from her paper thin skin and replace them with burning matches.
"1, 2, 3." There's no more pain.
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Dysfunctional Alice
Teen Fictiondys·func·tion·al ˌdisˈfəNG(k)SH(ə)nl/ adjective not operating normally or properly. This fan-fiction contains gory details, sexual abuse, violence, drug abuse, and many other things many might find disturbing, so read at your own risk. The story is...
