Rose Tainted Snow

Rose Tainted Snow

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MikaChan12 By MikaChan12 Updated Feb 29, 2012

What have I done? Oh, God, what have I done? I can still see her
blood on my hands. I can still remember the horror that shadowed
her deep blue eyes and the pain that contorted her exquisite
features. Do I deserve to still be living while she's dead?
Is it truly not my fault for what happened to her? I can still
remember everything following the events of that torturous night.
Paparazzi everywhere asking all kinds of questions: How did it
happen? Is it true that you were the one who killed her? What
were you doing that night? Is it true that you're part of
one of the most popular gangs of the city? I paid no attention to
them, all I could focus on was my bloodstained hands; blood
droplets fell to the hard pavement as I was guided through the
crowd of reporters and angry fans that were weeping, but still
shouting curses at me. Was this what it felt like to kill a
celebrity? Was this what it felt like to kill Lily Adams? --> I know this isn't really like a description, but I haven't really worked with this in a while.

  • gangs
  • sorrow
  • tears
  • tragedy

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