The words echoed in her mind, creating turmoil. Her brain was dull and unperceptive, fogged with confusion. Shock ran through her body, paralyzing her. She mulled over the words, again and again, trying to make sense out of them. But she couldn't.
She searched through her memories, trying in vain to recall what had happened. She came up with nothing. Her mind was blank.
For a few terrible moments she felt numb. Then the truth hit her.
Everything started falling into place. The world made sense again. The fog that had clouded her mind dispersed and she finally understood. In a terrible, twisted way, she was happy.
She remembered everything. The thick crimson liquid that had covered the floor, the excruciating pain, the sound of her own ragged breathing as she struggled to hold on what was rightfully hers.
A soundless cry escaped her lips. How had she not known before? It was so obvious right now, so painfully obvious. Her worst fear had come true.
She was dead.
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The Janitor's Closet
KorkuA collection of short works, from a few years back. Warnings: Mature Content, Character Death, Explicit Descriptions of Death and Gore. (Basically, it's teenage-me when she was kinda obsessed death.) Read at your own risk. Thank you, @floatingwor...
