The fight was over before
it even really began.
Leah lunged at me, and I
reached up, pushing her away. She was
off balance, and she fell.
I heard her head collide
with the corner of my dresser. The sound was a mix between a crack and a
splat.
She hit my carpet with a
soft thud, and then she was just… still.
Her eyes were open, looking up at the ceiling, not really seeing
anything.
There was blood,
too.
It didn’t splatter, or
spill… it leaked out of her skull. Slowly it began to seep into the carpet,
creating a widening stain.
I realized I wasn’t
breathing.
Then I screamed.
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