Revenge. I am cold. The stone against my body is damp with my blood, and it smells vile.

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Revenge

I am cold. The stone against my body is damp with my blood, and it smells vile. I can no longer feel my legs. They are numb. I am numb. I am cold and I am dying in an unfamiliar place. I am drifting in and out of consciousness. There is a faint sound of music in the air, floating into my sleep oppressed brain. It sounds so familiar. This is not how it was meant to be. This was not how I was meant to die. I have tried to stop the blood from spilling endlessly but I am weak now. I can’t keep the pressure on.

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I can hear the distant sound of footsteps and laughter. Could it be my knight in shining armour? Not in this once upon a time. I do not consider it necessary to go into the particulars of what happened, but some things were said and some things got done that were regretted. This was where it started. She became mean.

I am alone again in my own thoughts. It would seem appropriate for me to cry. But I don’t. I am stronger than that. I will attempt to prove, as it seems that there is no doubt about my fate ...

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