As he performed and I heard cheers of the crowd my guilt overwhelmed me and my eyes settled on a broken mirror shard on the floor of the dressing room. Without thought I picked it up. I wanted the guilt and the pain to stop.
Blood dripped down my finger tips and from the blade if I wasn’t found soon the blood would drain from my body and pool below me.
What I did was wrong. But I wasn’t thinking about that. I was only focused on the sweet sting of the air on my wounds and the roaring crowds just beyond these walls.
Drip drip drip, drop drop drop, drip, drop, plop.
The blade fell limply from my hand into the puddle forming below me.
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RomanceAn emo fanfiction By Lily Death About Tx2 or Evan Thomas This is fictional and is not meant to be taken seriously. While the characters in this story have real people's names this story is pure fiction and should not be taken literally, the charact...
