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I kept running the scenario over and over again in my head. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just let this one pass, like I did with all the others? Why did she keep sticking herself out in my mind, like a sore thumb? You’d think this was the first time I had ever done this, well it wasn’t. I said it out loud, as if to convince the shadows of my own inexplicable hate for myself. Why couldn’t she just go like all the rest? Her voice haunted me as I tried to run, run away from those eyes as she just lay there. I finally collapsed in a heap on the sidewalk. What was I trying to prove? Was it just my own feelings of inadequacy that lead me to this one? Why did she keep staring at me, even when the light in her eyes ceased to exist.

 

He had gone. She tried to stand up, even though she knew what he had done to her. There was no way she could stand. Her muscles tensed as she tried to push herself up onto her elbows, but they were unresponsive. The cold pavement had caused one side of her face go numb, maybe this was for the best. She tried to scream out for help…nothing. It was as if she were trapped in a bad dream. Level with the floor of the alleyway, she could see a little trickle of blood run down into her eye. She blinked. Then again, and again. Nothing was happening. Her eyes felt as if they were closed, but she could still see. She tried to scream again, that’s when she saw it. Laying on the ground, not ten feet from where she was sure would be her final resting place, a severed human tongue.

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