Blood. So much blood...
The girl snickered. Her previous self had hated blood. Funny how things can change so fast. Wrath wiped the thought from her mind, sneering. Thinking of herself, the way she used to be...it made her sick. She smiled, tasting the blood on her lips, and sighed. Her thoughts drifted back to their unimaginable shock, the look of terror and pleading on their worthless, pathetic faces. Their horrified screams still echoed fresh in her mind. She lay back in bed, in her old room, relishing the sound. Basking in it. The room was exactly as Sumi had left it, except the walls were stained with crimson. She smiled and let out a contented sigh. As Wrath, she rarely ever slept, but since she had completed her self-appointed mission she had been feeling strangely lethargic. It didn't bother her, though. Everything was fine. Her old life didn't matter anymore, because everyone involved in it was gone.
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For the first time in three years, Sumiko Yanahara was back. She opened her eyes slowly, in a daze. Glancing over to the mirror, she gasped quietly. She wasn't old by any means, but hadn't she been younger..? And the house…it was so quiet. That was unusual. It had a foreboding way about it, now, that chilled her to the bone. She shifted uneasily. Something didn't feel right. Something was…off. The young woman clapped a hand to her mouth, her stomach violently turning at the scent of blood. It was familiar, this blood…She shook that thought almost the instant it came into her mind, and in sparing another glance toward the mirror, she paled. There was a strange and familiar sensation that overcame her then, and she placed a hand to the wall, in order to support her shaking frame. She was remembering. Three years of her own life, lived by another, came to her. The last thing she saw…the last thing her other self had done……She jerked upright again. Dead. They were all dead. All the people she had chosen to accept as her family…and they died by her hand. It was her fault. How could she have allowed Wrath to do such a thing..? She couldn't even come out and TRY to rescue them until it was too late.
For the first time in three years, Sumiko Yanahara was back. And for
the first time in a long time, she began to cry.

don't bother me about the title... couldn't think of one if i look over this piece again, i may update it...it's really my first tragedy/horror type story...tell me what you think comments are much appreciated 3