The King They Hated

"A small redhead, an endless supply of crystal tears streaming down her scraped and blood-stained cheeks, buried herself into her grazed and bruised knees, dying fabric a swirl of pink and metallic red under the pressure. Her dangerous grip tightened against her thick white dress's soft material, just wanting to tear it apart, wanting to take her anger out on the dress rather than herself. Her translucent, reddened tears continued to fall onto raw and screaming knees, stinging at contact whilst slowly relieving her violent urge. Just moments ago, the liquid had been the same colour as her skin, her caked-up face naturalising the more she cried out her pains."

Credits:

Author
-Isla (me)

Editors
-Saltyfish (Liv)
-Isla (me)

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