allisonawe
It's a faded piece of paper, and little else can be said about it, for it cannot even say anything for itself. From a distance, one would think it filled with minuscule handwriting, but the pattern across the page is actually a smattering of ink blotches. The cause is unknown: a mistake? A warning? A code? A forgotten memory?
Her ears had turned red, she knew it. Oh, her skin was on fire. Anger coursed through her blood, like flames licking the sides of a test tube. The spilled chemicals on the ground dissolved into the air, lost forever. As she held her breath, she gently slipped from consciousness, ruing the day she decided to use knockout gas in her basement laboratory.