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Necrotizing Fasciitis [noun] A serious bacterial infection that destroys tissue under the skin. It is also termed as flesh-eating disease.

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The sky was blank tranquility married to a poetry of stars, the pure black making the moon so beautiful and giving the stars their beauty. There was a slight breeze which chills the clearing to a calm and peaceful tone, no noise except the rustling of the wind.

It was a dark night when Hana was fast asleep. The teenager wanted nothing more than to lay down and be enveloped by the warmth of silence. She never would have thought that silence would be considered warm but there she was laying in her bed, prepared to be swept away by the hope that her sleep would be filled by light.

Seconds later, the mysterious box opens by itself, making a deep, echoing creak. The set of pins placed on the revolving cylinder started to rotate by themselves, making an unpleasant, evil sounding music, which made Hana change her position, looking like she's a contortionist. Then, the box making it's last piercing sound, closes by itself with a loud thud, making Hana change her position again.

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It was a pleasant morning, the birds chirping and enjoying the cool breeze, and the long withered grass in the sunshine was glancing. The bare trees were tossing their branches on high, and the dead leaves, beneath them were merrily dancing and white clouds were scudding across the blue sky. Oh! What a beautiful morning it was, but not so beautiful for someone.

Violet woke up while lifting her hands up to the sky and her yawning with her mouth open wide. She glanced towards the left and right of her room and then got off her bed.

Her clothes were scattered all over the room. There she was, slowly plodding through the room with furnace of disgusting smell, her feet were suddenly seeking the abomination of clothes. As she looks in her room, it stares back at her, with her being horrified on how filthy it looked but soon shrugged it off by telling herself, 'I'll tell the maids to clean this mess'.

She tiptoed her feet towards the bathroom to do her morning routine. She switched on the lights, and makes her way towards the giant mirror. She felt a stinging and piercing sensation through her legs, so she started to take off the socks she was wearing.

She took them offf and examined her legs. A chill ran down through her spine as a horrified expression enhanced her face. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her legs looked like as if they had rotten or decayed. Blood finding it's way to flow rapidly out of the many wounds.

She steadied her breath, trying to calm down the panic, causing her to fear even more. She could no longer control her hands; they were shaking in an odd, trembling rythm. She stood for a couple of seconds, her stomach churning, and her eyes closed, trickles of sweat dripping down from her forehead.