Sometimes.. Ignorance Is Bliss

Sometimes.. Ignorance Is Bliss

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The sound of the beating drums, and the strumming of an electric guitar. The light smell of alcohol, floating from the people around me. The pressure on my chest, whenever there are too many people inside, sweating as one large body, dancing in unison. But most importantly - the blood running down my fingertips, as I watch the man in front of me shrivel, struggling to breathe while roots pierce through his stomach, and golden roses begin to bloom from his mouth. What a beauty. I walk fourth, picking a rose from the depths of his mouth, taking a small sniff, before looking down at the lifeless body beneath me. "No means no, darlin'. Sad to see you don't understand the simplest of words." I, am not a killer. I'm rather doing good, to the people around me. It's time that I, a lady of my work, start taking the upper hand, and rid the land of.. Impurities, I should say.
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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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