Prompt Post - Part Ten
I am REALLY, REALLY SORRY about taking so long, guys, and about not being around much recently. I've been busier than I have in a while, and it just kept slipping my mind between uni applications and volunteering and all sorts- for some reason I thought we were much further off a new post.
If there is anything I haven't responded to, as of now, I'm ( Read more... )
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Blood painted a redredred painting on the white sidewalk, and she couldn'tbreath couldn'tthink.
It was their fault. At first she had though it was the black spider's fault, but the girl in white had come and told her it wasn't ((without speaking at all)). She had asked her to come, and it wasn't really a choice, was it?
Her daddy's blood, pooled on the sidewalk.
The image burned in crimsonred and blindingwhite had sound, too - theirfaulttheirfaulttheirfault.
She drew another arrow, sweat dripping into her eyes.
Her daddy was gone - a sob wrenched itself from her throat, but she wasn't supposed to cry, it was theirfault and if she cried she couldn't... she couldn't ( ... )
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