She Had Blood on Her Hands

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I saw her standing there. She was crying. She turned to me with a look of shame on her face. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to speak the words.

"I killed her."

Subconsciously I tilted my head to one side. That couldn't be right, I must've heard her wrong. This time I found the breath to speak, "Wh-what?"

She said nothing.

Slowly, a body came swimming into view. My eyes focused, and I saw that a figure lay beneath her. Whoever it was was spattered with blood, and a dead look hung in their eyes.

It was a little girl.

She must've been five years old, with dark hair and smooth olive skin. Her eyes were a striking blue, but they looked as though all the life had been drained out of them.

Turning back to my friend, I saw that she had blood on her hands.

But to me, she was still beautiful.

Hello lovelies!

It's Kath. I hope you enjoyed that little teaser written from Cady's point of view. Leave a comment and a vote if you enjoyed, and also remember to follow my account so I can see who's been reading!

Do you believe in unconditional love? If so, does it come out of sweetness or stupidity?

Love you all,

( katherine )

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