But tonight, the ghouls took it too far.Īs she dropped-dead on the floor, I could see she was barely breathing, barely recognizing the taste of her own tongue. The kind of place she lived in, this wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last for her. There were times when the boy wanted to tell the world about what she was going through but every time he would summon some courage, I visited him like a devil on his shoulder. The way she would wear full sleeves even when it was 38 degrees outside. The boy always knew something terrible was happening. The boy and the girl were neighbors and this wasn’t the first time he saw her with bruises. The boy couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the girl barely able to walk. I am FEAR and I am here to tell you a story about a boy and a girl. She stumbled across the hall, blood dripping down from the vicinity of her thighs, bruised and scared, both her body and her pride but she survived somehow, the ghouls let her live, death kissed the colors on her skin and moved on. I was right beside her, hearing her soundlessly, watching her helplessly. She entered, crying, her tears burning her rosy cheeks in fires of a deceased demon.
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