Drip, Drip, Drip
She felt the blood slowly drip from her lips, forming a puddle on the ground.
Bang, Bang, Bang
Her head went in all different directions as the sound of the ringing church bells clashed.
Why, Why, Why
She thought about her whole life leading up to this moment. Why her? Why couldn't it have been someone else?
Lia, Lia, Lia
She heard a voice whisper, it was not a soothing whisper though, it was harsh and rough, like clashing pans.
CLING, CLANG, CLANG
She woke up to the sound of pans clashing. It was her step-mother, who hated her, clashing the pans for her to wake up. She sighed as she stood up. Not wanting the day to start.