It's dark. I can't see or hear anybody. It feels painful and my hands feel slick. Then there's light, it's blinding. When I see what I've done, I freeze. I drop him and he goes limp on the ground. He's so broken. We're crowded around and it's so noisy with cheers and people yelling my name. My hands are wet with blood. I can't tell what's mine and what's his. I see my sisters in the crowd. Did I do this in front of them?
Standing in the court room, doesn't feel real. I can't think, but I want to run. I feel so numb. It's so confusing and terrifying.
"Guilty"
There's no getting out of this. I'm to be in juvenile for a year. Maybe this is good. I can't hurt anyone, not anymore.
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The Reapers Cleanup Crew
FantasyThis is a test. I'm not positive about the title or most of anything. I'm looking for feedback and making this story a reality. This is just a draft of what I have and I'll continue to add onto it !! This story is about a faerie by the name of Blain...
