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The coarse feeling of rippled but wet flesh hugged the bottoms of your bare feet. Your stance uneven. Shock still evident in your posture as if you weren't the one who'd done it all in the first place. Thick crimson liquid fell down your hanging arms creating that ever so slight noise then forming together with the puddle of others like it.
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That horrid sound invaded the depths of your ears every couple seconds or so. It was nauseating. So sickening. So irritable that you couldn't imagine the lengths you would go to, to have it stop but all it would have taken in that moment was a movement. All that was needed was a tug of your shoulder bringing your arm upwards so it has no edge to fall from but, it seemed impossible. Your body was completely immobile. An empty vessel that stood were it last was able to.
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That familiar lump in your throat brought a prick to the inner corners of your eyes. Having tears fall seemed relaxing for it would've made you take a deep breath. Whether that breath would be panicked or rushed seemed irrelevant but such a simple action was unthinkable. The dryness of your waterline and the intense ping in your chest paired with one another so rigorously like they'd been preforming a choreography aimed at your suffering. An edge that would never be fallen from, let alone reached.
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A strange hum echoed throughout the courtyard. A feeble tune so quite yet so loud was an ear strain. It was as if someone had been whispering through a megaphone. Though the tune had no words, it seemed as if it were creating mockery of you. How gullible you'd been to believe the words of a person- creature that gave off no form of an empathetic emotion? It's sweet words carried no meaning and were coated with malice intent but because it was the first time hearing those words from someone other than your mother had you believe it.
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You weren't sure when it had gotten near but it's tall lanky body now stood over your own. Its figure so close to your own, you could see the small article of skin tearing from its indecorous stitches upon it's hideous face. His malevolent grin making them open more.
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"Come." It spoke. "Let's get you cleaned up."
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You knew you shouldn't have went but that fraction of imperceptible hope led your legs down the hill of corpses you once stood upon.
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