A blue bird sat on top of the dancer's head.
Her skin glowed faintly in the dim light, blue and black, like mine.
Only she was on fire.
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My skin pulsed in burning waves as I came to. I could hardly move, and I knew that much time had passed since I came back. My core felt full of needles, and clotted blood soaked my skin and the damp concrete below me. I could hear the wind howling outside as I dragged my body into motion.
I crawled, slowly, agonizingly, until I made it to the alley. Too tired to move, and too much pain to care. I let the rain wash me.
I let myself become consumed by sobs as the water washed away my sinful skin. I scrubbed until my scars opened, and didn't stop even as the water mixed with blood. I felt filthy, unclean.
The last straw had been taken.
In that moment, I wanted to die more than ever before.
Images flashed before my eyes.
His rough hands clawed at my flesh as he sought his pleasure and will through me. I refused. I fought so hard, but to seemingly no avail.
I was useless.
I never meant to go back, I never meant to leave behind what I had, but I had to. I knew I had to save him.
And now I'm here.
I felt a vague understanding, that if I hadn't left, that if I had stayed with Mr. Knightly, that he was not safe either. That Samuel would find him.
That Samuel would kill him.
His black eyes taunted me as I poured out my energy into the concrete, cheek flush against the rainwater and stone.
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Flightless Bird
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