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Innocent

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I got up and got in the shower, the hot water hitting my back and shoulders like bullets that couldn't do any damage. I'd finished showering and was brushing my teeth when there was a weak tapping noise coming from the front door. I never have visitors. I don't want to kill them, but that's my curse. I must kill those who mean the most to me. So, I make it habit to not let anyone mean anything to me.

I get up and walk over to the door. Taking a deep breath, I turn the knob and open the door. In the doorway is Rina. Shivering dazed and bloody. Then something shifts in my mind, and I realize she's been drugged. 

"I didn't know where else to go..." that's all she manages to mumble before collapsing.All Rights Reserved

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