The metal cools the surface of her palm as it glides over her thin skin. She grips the instrument and begins to draw a few red lines on her wrists. New scars form as old ones fade. Red fluid oozes onto the floor beneath her. As the pain flows out, regret starts to pour in. And the only thing on her mind was the packed up suitcase the sits right beside her.
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VENOM (a CTFxC fan fiction)
FanfictionShe stood in front of a complete stranger, debating on how to get out of this mistake she has made. A rounded piece of metal grips her head, and as she looked at who it was, they pulled the trigger.
