1, the girl with pink hair

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The person in front of me locked their 'eyes' onto mine. If the thing that I was looking at could even be called a person.
Its pink hair flowed with the gust of wind that came through the window not too far away from where I was sitting.
Its 'eyes' were black dots, almost like partials. And its mouth opened in a smile to reveal a large set of sharp teeth.
Its skin was pale, almost white. and streaks of blood streamed down its face.
It gave off a sense of terror but...

It was in pain.
I don't know why I knew that but something about it made me feel bad for it.
A faint voice came from its mouth.
"I'm sorry."

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