I slowly walk to the pond. Maybe some peace and quiet will calm my mind...
"Oof!" I trip on a rabbit hole, my knee scraping on a rock. I suck in a breath, rolling over and sitting up. I pull up my knee to my chest and examine the cut. It was very small and minor, I just need to be careful with my ankle...
A drop of blood slowly ran down my skin. Thats all it took to bring back the memory.
Blood poured out of one of her eye sockets, tribbling across her pale face. I had pushed her eye in, squishing it like a grape. It had been in self defense, but the blood was still on my hands. She layed stone cold in my lap. My sister, dead.
I gasp, sucking in air. It happened, again. The littlest thing could send me spacing out to some gruesome memory of that night. It was so vivid... I roughly wipe moisture from my eyes, and stand up. Standing sends pain stabbing at my ankle, so, I limp to a rock near the water and carefully sit down. I take in deep calming breaths, trying to numb the pain and memories.
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