Weakly, she brought a hand up to wipe blood from the side of her face, her fingers glistening crimson. Did he want revenge? She heard the doors lock, the sound reverberating through her ears, and she lifted her eyes as the car tore out of the parking lot. There was something wrong. Concussion? She was so dizzy. "Cracking my skull was my fault?" she slurred sarcastically.
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Date: 2009-11-07 04:14 pm (UTC)