Sinful
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Wake up you lazy maggots. You have work to do." Miss Hare's rusty voice was all I could hear as I awoke. I stumbled to my feet. It took me about two painful minutes to get up and stroll over to Alison. The floor felt cold against my bare feet and the sleeveless shirt that was wrapped around my torso did nothing to keep out the cold. Nerveless, the shorts that were sticking to my skin by years of old blood. The scars on my skin looked red and were still recuperating from a lifetime of being beaten. The small cuts on my clothes did nothing to help the open wounds that got infected little by little. I had tried to heal them by stitching them together, but it only lasted so long. I had successfully stopped the majority of the wounds to stop bleeding. Some I even managed to heal with no apparent sign of infection. "Move. Those roses aren't going to cut themselves."
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She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.

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