17. Blood
He shook his head. It wasn’t real; it all wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. It just…
Only that it was right there, in front of him, as plainly as anyone could see. She was dead. Her body was awkwardly splayed, eyes glazed, unseeing, and all digits frozen into unnatural figures.
And then there was blood. Blood everywhere. The whole room was splattered in the ominous shade of crimson, darkening slightly as they dried, and made him unsettled. Red was a provoking colour, but this somehow seemed different.
He tried to scream, but couldn’t. He was frozen to his spot.
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