Chapter 1
The blood slid down the wall, slowly, thickening as it went. The young girl's eyes were frozen in shock as blood oozed from the corner of her placing tips. She's DEAD, she thought. She stumbled towards the blood soaked girl, her own arm, now a bleeding stump, squirting blood between her fingers. Her tears created light pink streaks in the blood that smeared across her cheeks. "OH GOSH! Please, she can't be dead! How could she… OH MY GOSH." She turned around as she heard echoing footsteps.
She dropped to her knees in pure angst, and reached her hand out. "WHY!? Alison didn't deserve to die! She was only in grade school, how could you?" the girl said nothing, but smiled sadistically, and reached out forward with a white irons lamp in her hand.
Hannah jumped up in her bed, sweat beading at her brow. She reached to her left and let a tear roll down her cheek. "Now, Hannah feeling sorry for yourself will get you nowhere," she scolded herself. She looked up at her flaking ceiling and thought about the large aching symbol that has melted on to her skin.
"Why does it hurt so much to remember? I mean, gosh, I'm blind in one eye, there's an ugly stamp on my side, and I'm missing an arm. But I got over it" she kept mumbling to herself, until she slept, her hair wrapped around her like the mist that wept against her window. "Oh Alison," she moaned "Is that…?