And just like her, I wanted more than anything to leap off this tower and chase the rain drops to the ground.
"We'd find out which one would make it down first." She whispered, the bloody indents on her bottom lip giving her breath an iron tinge.
"We don't have to find out." I spoke struggling to force the air from my broken chest.
Her face remained unmarked by any fear as her eyes darted back and forth from the edge of the guardrails where she and I were standing to the slick pavement hundreds of feet below us. The heat from her skin burned mine as my fingers found hers.
She was ready but I still stood idle, my core filling with uncertainty. I could never understand why she, someone like her, would think the world didn't want her.
The world needed her.
I needed her.
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Slaughter House
HorrorWelcome to The Slaughter House PIGS ONLY. Blackbell is an old mining town infamous for its bastard children and dense surrounding forest. Men, fathers, disappear without warning. The Blood Market and a little girl are the only things that can offer...
