Red footprints traced the path she had walked to find the window. Not that she cared anymore. She had grown used to it by now. It wasn't like she could get ride of them. The small girl peered into the window. She could see the world below perfectly.
They seemed to happy down there. As if they hadn't witnessed true misery in years. Stupid mortals. She'll show them. They should always be afraid of what's to come.
She gripped the knife in her hand even tighter. There was this strange sort of peaceful feeling she got from it. Not something people would usually feel about a knife.
The little girl glanced down at the Earth once more, and saw him. She let out a small growl. She would make him suffer the most. After all, he had done this to her. Had made her into this... this thing. He deserved to die. But not yet.
She grinned, already forming a plan in her mind. He would be miserable. And she...
She would finally win.
Hi! It's my first attempt at a story, so bear with me here! Thanks for reading so far!
