Loralie lay in horror. No. No way. “..Nikki?” she called quietly. Slowly turning her head, she shook in fear. Her heart sank as she saw what her stupid actions resulted to. Nikki lay on the floor next to her, meowing and hissing in pain. Loralie tried to touch her, but realized the horrible truth. Three of Nikki’s legs were broken. Loralie cried out in horror, pounding the wall in front of her. Her anger turned into blood boiling screams. Stupid, stupid decisions. Nikki was the closest friend she had in this hellhole, she followed loralie around everywhere and always was there to support. She slowly drew her pocket knife out. A carrot had fallen beside her, so Loralie out of natural reaction put it in Nikki’s meowing mouth. She was spitting everywhere, crying out for help as her treat was put into her mouth. Loralie held her knife over the little kitty, tears spewing out of her eyes. She didn’t want to do this, but it was what’s best. She didn’t want Nikki to suffer whatsoever. Quickly, she stuck the knife into Nikki’s warm soft body. The crying suddenly stopped. Loralie froze, her heart sinking deeper and deeper. Nikki was dead. She had killed her. This was all loralie’s fault.
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Misunderstood Control
HororLoralie wasn't the best at being human, but little does she know there are worse monsters out in the world. In this instance, a mental hospital. TRIGGER WARNINGS: blood, knives, suicide, murder, needles
