"Die, you monster!" A loud voice rang out, and a heavy thud sounded. A small girl quietly peeped out of her room through the door, stifling her voice as she witnessed the horrifying sight in front of her. The woman's black curls were all over the floor, getting soaked in red blood which gushed out of her head. The girl quietly closed the door of her room, and leaned against it for a while, before sliding down on the floor. The atmosphere around her was unnaturally cold, covered in deafening silence, which was only broken by her small, breathless sobs. Her voice was muffled and ragged, her eyes were red and blurry, and her cheeks dried with tears, but she didn't care.
Cassandra was only 15, and she had just witnessed the murder of her mother.
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Two broken souls
RomanceTrapped inside herself her entire life, Cassandra has locked away a certain terrifying memory, which keeps on haunting her through her nightmares. And as much as she wants, she can't run away from it. The burden of his dead mother's expectations and...
