Prolouge

        The gentle flow of early dawn filled my room, brightening the pristine white room that reminded me that of a hospital, only with more furniture. I could hear the tiny parakeets' tweets and the squawking of crows and robins just outside my open window. That wonderful Earthly scent that came after every rain drifted into the room, adding a bit of nature to it. 

And once again, as I let my eyes slowly drift downwards, I noticed that my normally pristine white bed sheets were once again stained crimson red from the fresh wounds on my hands.

Author's Note

This was written by Silent Wolf, not me, just getting that out there. So, if you've something to say about it, take it to her, please.
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