mamussel18
The trial ended with the sound of a mallet and a shout.
Then, havoc.
Everywhere, screaming, crying, running around.
Everyone had gone insane.
Yet, there she sat. Clear-headed, with a smirk playing at her lips.
Here her story begins:
It's cold, dark.
She's alone.
She's been alone for a long, long time.
Every since that day.
That car.
That man.
writing since 2012 · 3 entries · 3 days shown up
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the words Morgan reaches for
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