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PART 1
...Took the knife in one hand. The voice was getting louder, and louder and even more irritating. Walked up to what was in her opinion "a fat ugly worthless fucker". She held knife tighter, palms dripping with sweat. Quitely, and slowly trying not even breathe she stood behind her. She quickly pulled the knife up, yes quickly without thinking twice turned what she hated most, and stabed her many times in the heart and gut. Killing her without guilt, blood every where. Thick dark red blood. And you could smell it. It was a sick smell,it would make one vomit. She then tugged on the knife and pulled it out for the last time. She held it tightly in her left hand, and ran...
PART 2 The only smell you could smell was fresh blood the sneakily lurked about. In this distance once could hear a soft voice weeping and taking breaks to scream out harsh painful screams. A sneaky black cat with visible ribs pranced along the damp dark alley. There she sat as the cat went to her face and licked her tears away. Everything had seemed so real to her, luckily it was a dream. A dream that occured everytime she went to sleep. It was a message of some sort, but she didn't know what it exactly meant...
PART 3
[soon to come]
