Memories had a way of haunting people to the very end. And they sure haunted her.
She had never meant any harm to anyone, but when it had come to it, she had chosen her own hide before anyone else's.
She had been trying to right her own wrongs ever since, something she would never have been able to do had she lost her life back then, but that still wouldn't settle her guilty conscience.
She even kept the reminders of what happened on a macabre display in her now trashed home. Broken pieces of expensive vases scattered across the floor. Torn up pillows. The blood spatters across her walls.
A/N: Not everyone can be good at interior design.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
