"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Was all she heard as she wiped away the blood from her face with a damp rag. "Do what?" she said with such low-effort that the one who had yelled was shocked by the response. "You KILLED Her!" -I mean what was she suppose to do? Let these people run her life no fucking way-
Love, oh love, such a weird quirky thing we all experience from time to time in our short lives. She felt that too but it was for blood not companionship like so many others. This one was known for trouble but not the kind of trouble that ends with murder the kind of trouble that ends with small discipline. But isn't that how it always starts? Like so many of us we don't expect ourselves or our kind to do just terrible things but we all slip up from time to time just not usually the kind of slip up that ends with bloodshed.
