Crimson. Rust. Everywhere. Nausea. Faint. Palpitations.
Ephedra's hand could not stop shaking. She clutched her stained arms to her chest, over the spot just above her frantically beating heart.
Her mother's eyes stared, unflinchingly at the ceiling. They were dull and vacant. Her long, dirty blonde, straw-like locks were sprawled out like spider legs surrounding her thin, bony face.
The smell of blood lingered on every air particle in the room, attacking her nostrils. She could taste the atmosphere. Did blood always taste like copper? She thought to herself.
She sneaked a glance at her mother's lying form. Her mouth was parted and there were slash marks around her throat. A butcher's knife was lodged in her lower abdomen.
Ephedra felt trapped and she forced herself to bite down on her tongue, trying desperately not to scream.
Every night, Ephedra woke up.
And she did not know whether it was a horrible nightmare...
Or a memory.
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Mystery / Thriller"Do you know what she did to me? She made me sell my body so she could get money to pay the dealers! I'm dirty. I'm dirty. I'm dirty. I'm dirty. I'm filthy, filthy, filthy!" She was sobbing. Ephedra Alastor's life became a mess the day her father's...
