Watery Blood: 1

She stood at the door frozen from what she saw. She didn’t mean to see what she saw, she didn’t mean to walk in unannounced, and she didn’t even know what she was doing there. He didn’t see her, none of them did. It didn’t matter that they didn’t see her, the fact that she saw them… him, was enough. She didn’t have to see him.

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She grew up like any other child. She played in the sand, made drawings, sang and danced to her favourite songs, played a little mischief but something was missing. Though no one noticed it, something was definitely missing.

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She walked away from his bleeding body head high like a peacock. It didn’t matter whether or not she felt guilty for her actions, it didn’t matter whether he now had a family that expected him home or that his newly born daughter would grow up fatherless; none of these mattered to her for all she knew, the world had one less menace to worry about and her baby sister’s ghost would finally find rest. The poor thing had been roaming round the house and her dreams voiceless because someone, some-very-dead-one had made sure she could never speak. Oh but she had heard her soft whimpers just before her essence was forced out of her body and that was all the voice and words she needed to avenge her. And avenge her she did. At least now the voices in her head would cease their constant mumblings and her life would now begin...