a/n: This is just a cheeky introduction to the story that I've been working on for awhile so I hope you enjoy and I know this is really bad but I wrote this at 3am and it's usually just writing for a while then reading it to someone else (or to myself out loud because I'm insane and I have no friends.) Then edit, and if I'm proud publish. That's about it YAY!
1....2....3....4.....5.....6.....7. Cassie
breathlessly counted the large puncture wounds on her mothers chest. The room smelled of iron and looked incredibly torn apart the duvet on the floor and off of the bed that her mother was dragged off of. The small pool of blood that was lining the rims of her bare knees. She could feel the stickiness of the slowly drying blood starting to look like gelatin. It was getting darker with every forced breath she took. She tried to stand but couldn't with her legs feeling as if the bones were ripped out of them. She lied her head in her mum's warm chest feeling the liquid get attached to her head and drifted to sleep. With the memory playing in her head all night long.
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I Can't Remember
Mystery / ThrillerCassie witnesses her mothers death but when she wakes up the next day she is in a miserable orphanage and doesn't remember why.
