I stand in an empty room staring into a glimmering mirror looking into the eyes of a younger me. She shines a bright smile at me I put my hand on the mirror hoping I could switch places with an innocent me. The young girls smile fades turning into my scarred face. I scream and plunge my hand into the mirror shattering it I look at my arm and fall to the ground my tears mix with the blood burning my eyes. I pull myself up looking down at the floor to a bloodstained part of mirror my eyes narrow I walk to the window I cut my hand on the shattered edge and start writing in my blood my wall is covered with it now I walk silently out the door I pick up a gas can I take out an old match light it and throw it at the can in front of my house there is an explosion of flames engulfing the house I stand there for a second then I turn around and walk deeper into the forest.
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Tasting Blood
TerrorThe point or the killers view. How they see it ever twisted thought that comes into their heads. Ever soul lost is a second of sanity for her she laughs as he plunged to the ground looking up in terror tears streaming down his face. This story is go...
