Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-33389101-20180727232049/@comment-34052734-20180728201026

Pisces kept on crying. A shadow fell over her, and she believed this was to be the end. Except, it was no shadow; it was her own imagination acting against her. The girl’s tears sprinkled onto her kneecaps and down her legs from being curled up against the wall. The blood on her arm was now trickling out.