Breathing heavy, she walked away from her reflection. Her thoughts were shifting towards darker ones. Ones that she found herself liking. Thoughts of blood. 922Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsOsIGxZ2nX
She fell to the floor, almost as if she was crumbling to bits. She laid there, saying nothing. She stood up and looked at herself again. No longer was she sunken. No longer were the thoughts harrowing her.
She needed to drink. She needed some blood.
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