Dammitt I actually liked this shirt
She thought, craning her neck downwards inspecting the playful painting of an all too familiar red liquid splattered upon her shirt. A hoodie then being pulled over it, weapon disposed of as she drew her leg back and began to sweep dirt over the bloodied, lifeless creature. A sigh; heavy and ragged, was let out before the journey back to her home was made.
Please don't be locked, please don't be locked.
A pleading whisper slipped from her lips as she heaved, lifting the window to her bedroom. Relief overcoming her as she crept inside, cautiously, though there was no point.
Her father knew of these outbreaks, dismissing them when they happened; knowing damn well, the consequences if he attempted to interfere.
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I'm Gone But You're Still Here
Teen FictionOlive Marianne Parker A girl with blood lust... Her father is dissmissive yet concernced. Anxious yet familiar with the creak of the window signaling his daughter is home. There's a stir, though, when Valerie befriends Olive, a rare sight indeed. H...
