Eleven

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by strawberrie_geko

by strawberrie_geko

My vision stuck on making eye contact with myself in the rearview mirror, craving. That's what I saw...a craving. That's what I saw a craving. For what though?

"Bloodshed."

The back of my mind announced scaring me, but my body goes further. I get out of the car and walk through those grassy areas.

"It's too late, it's out of my hands."

I pointed my gun towards nothing. Grass, dirt...

Glitch.