She jerked awake, body covered in sweat and sheets sticking to her shaking legs.
Falling out of the bed, she stared in horror at the paint covering her walls, reliving the nightmare and all its hurt.
Shying away from the deathly murals, she gasped at the pain flaming through her forearm.
She stared, barely keeping the terrified shriek rising in her throat silent.
Blood covered her arms, the shade varying from deep red to bright crimson. She stared in horror at the resemblance between her arms and the paint of her walls.
She stood on shaky legs and watched, terror filling her body, as the not-quite-dry fluid morphed itself across the once pure grey walls.
The shriek escaped her throat, a shrill sound that shook her bones.
It was a single one-syllable word.
Death.
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Grace Academy
FantasyEvery time Mel Stewarts goes to bed, she makes sure to place a can of black paint at the foot of the bed, knowing that once the dreams were to take hold, she would be painting them one way or the other. After one night of harrowing events, her paren...
