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It was normal.
I swear it was.
i was walking, just out after shopping.
holding my bags before, a girl with soft violet hair, light skin but darker than me, short and hair braided.
our shoulders brush against me slightly,
and she trips.
pathetically falling to the ground.
i spin around looking for any real signs of her being hurt,
she looks ok other than her ego obviously hurt by the look on her face.
I look down at her, to apologize of course.
she smiles softly and scrambles to her feet bowing profusely
”no no! No need to apologize you clearly didn’t mean too!”
her voice was soft and sweet, clearly a quite shy girl by the way her voice cracks when talking.
its sweet.
she is still wobbly on her feet so I hold out my hand,
and-
and-
i can feel my eyes widen, my heart beating faster.
she smirks softly, her face louder than her voice ever was.
she raps her hand around mine and,
I feel her fingers rap around my ring finger and pull back before my heart pauses.
i feel what feels like blood crawling up my throat like puke.
what?
what?
I look down at my hands before I feel myself fall the the ground, my head splintering open.
my blue hair soaked in crimson red blood.
it pools around me.
i try to breathe, but all i can seem to get in my mouth is my own blood.
what happened?!
WHAT HAPPENED?!
looking back her comedically pathetic shy girl act was a mask I should have seen past.
but I didn’t.
and now I’m dea-
what.
what?
how am I not dead?!
my heart stoped breathing, I can’t feel it or hear it.
im not breathing, in fact I don’t feel dead but I don’t feel alive.
i feel alone,
i feel trapped.
alone?
but i hear a voice.
“shit shit shit shit!”
I almost recognized it.
But it’s harsher than I remember somehow?
and makes me think of the color purple.