I see her as she walks into the girls washroom. She walks up to the mirror and starts fixing her hair.
Pulling strands this way and that way, and fixing her make up.
She's beautiful.
My arm jets out and grabs her neck and squeezes. She starts making gurgling noises and turning blue. I reach back and throw my knifes at her, each burying themselves in her body, creating little red stains across her body.
They start to grow, like blossoming flowers.
The girl's blood is splashed across the room and her body lays in the middle of it all.
Your friends tell you about me
"Don't do it"
But do it.
Look in my mirror.
When things get boring once in a while, I need to create my own fun.
The red blossoms of the blood are my favourite part.
I guess that's why they call me Bloody Mary.
