-Via sat in her shed alone, her hands were on top of her head, and she was cradling herself, her arms were lined with blood from the cuts, her throat stung and her eyes were wild and swirling red.-

Via: M-make it stop... P-please make it stop.... -she whispered hoarsely, the images of everyone she's ever killed flashed in her mind, as well as pictures of her alive siblings dead, as if she had killed them.-

Via: S-stop... J-just stop.....