----------------------------------------------------------------- 'it was rich, deep, and velvety. and then it burned. and all was lost.' tw: blood, suggestions of murder -- chapter two -- over her eye was a rose. and over that flower was a strand of hair. under the flower, of course, were the tears that welled up underneath, yet still failed to burst forth from the young girl's forgotten eye. hare's long dress was spotted with scarlet blood as she sat up in her large, rose colored bed with a large, rose colored canopy. it drifted just an inch above the ground, barely skimming the lily flowers that floated on the pale orange surface of the lake. the sky was red. not a harsh color, like the stains on her clothes, but a soft, velvety red. velvety like the scattered petals of the flowers around her. she observed the blood. she did not wake up like this every day, locked away in this endless little world of hers. had she been out again, taking the lives of innocent people? for that was what surely happened on the nights with a full, round, red moon. of course it was. for knowledge comes with a price. and sometimes that price could be blood. and sometimes that price could be sanity. -----------------------------------------------------------------
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