{GORE WARNING}
The young girl looked around in wonder, her coppery hair drifting in slow motion because of the wind. The scenery whizzed past her in a beautiful palette of colours, green, yellow, brown, blue. Sadly, she was snapped back to her vividly harsh reality by the wet crunch of her legs folding into her hips as she landed at the bottom of the cliff. The last thing that goes through her head is not a thought. No. The last thing that goes through her head is her bottom jaw, ripping up the grey matter and jelly that once composed her head.
