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She was washing her wrists on the sink in front of the mirror. As she gazed at her reflection, it winked at her.
It's pretty crazy to suddenly wake up inside a novel that you never even knew existed.
What novel...
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Shhaaa~─ shhh─
March 1st.
It's raining very heavily. The sound floods her heart as she tries to cope. The fear to breathe as the air filled her up with nothing but ashes of a crumbling statue, cannibalizing. The emptiness of oxygen fills each crack to break it down further.
Now, the room is flooded with sickly sweet smells; honey, floral. Like a blissful ignorance spraying perfume on unfired clay. An attempt to fix a mistake. An attempt to rid of decay.
Cold rain, open window. She watched the blood mixed with the sky's teardrop, mingling together like lovers under the cover, together forever as it fell to nothingness. Leaving nothing of her but pain to writhe her awake.
She looked back at her room, jars full of clotted blood and heavily bloodied tissues. She doesn't feel like cleaning it up. The metallic smell covered up the sickly sweet smell she hates so much. It was nice, like a validation that she is a living, breathing being.
