Day 16 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

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Ethan P.O.V.

It's silent. Dead silent. And bloody. Why is it so bloody? On the knife, my face, my clothes, my hair. My hands. All just thick, deep, red. Why is it everywhere? What have I done? Why me? What can I do? All I can do is sit on my knees, staring down at my stained red hands. The red clouds my vision. Why is there so much red? Why is it here? It's not supposed to be here. Blood stays in the body, right?

The sound of footsteps breaks the eerie silence. I don't look up, but I can see the persons feet at the top of my vision. She came for me. Again. I know it. "Why? Why did you make me do it? I didn't mean to do it. I didn't want to do it." My voice is desperate. She grabs the front of my hair, yanking back to force me to face her. "Look at you. Bloody. Tear streaked. Broken." She laughs. Her laugh is horrifying. "Well , it's just pathetic."

"You made me do it." I repeat. "I didn't want to, I didn't want to, I didn't want to." Normally I'd have buried my face in my hands, but I don't want to spread the blood. She kicks me over. "You're just an experiment, Ethan, don't worry." She leans over me, her hand pressing me down. I have no Will to fight. "You don't need to worry about anything anymore." Once comforting words turned sinister, she grabs the knife. "Just go to sleep, it'll be okay." I don't even have time to scream before she drives the knife into the side of my neck.

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