TW: Murder, blood, knives
(Art by me ^)
They've wronged me. They all have. Everyone I know has done something to make me suffer, and now, I return the favour. I watch the short dark-skinned boy from another room, hidden by darkness. I watch as he struggles against the chains keeping him from moving. I enter the room he's in and shut the door behind me. The boy doesn't notice me until I stride out of the shadows into the light of the small lantern that sits next to him, my knife in hand. I turn on the single light bulb and the room fills with its dim glow. The boy looks at me, panic covering his face and filling his rich brown eyes. I walk towards him and hold the knife up to his throat
"This isn't you" he says, his voice quiet and afraid.
"You don't know me" I respond, before dragging the knife quickly across his throat. I see a flash of red, then he drops to the ground, blood spilling out of the open wound, staining his clothes and sticking in his dark hair. I watch as his life drains away and his eyes go blank. I chuckle softly to myself
"Let's do it again"
Very short as I said before, but still pretty good I'd say. I hope you enjoyed!
-Rax
(202 words)
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