I just murdered four more people. I did it with my brain and did it in the most violent ways.
Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.
Is one of the only things going through my head right now. It didn't feel good to kill them people, but it also didn't feel bad. Not at all. It was like a weight off of my shoulders.
Does it make me a monster?
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The Blood I Carry
Teen FictionIn a world of magic and mystery, Olivia must navigate love, loyalty and destiny to help save her found family from the enemy and evil that threatens to consume them all. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Death, self-harm, suicide
