God, I feel terrible
The blonde adolescent was back, but she was on the floor this time. Her hair color seemed to have changed to a strawberry blonde. I didn’t realize how thoroughly bloody it was until after I’d brushed it. Both her head and right arm were cocked to the side, and her right arm was twisted behind her. There was blood all around her, and her once-bright blue eyes were now looking blankly in all directions. Dead.