Flashback
Each step she took felt like an icy path. The coldness that froze her heart and the fire to melt the ice was nonexistent. It was a story of Laura's past.. the life of a weak girl.
In a corner, she sat, hugging her knees while tears flowed out of her eyes. By now, her hands were red and wounded. The flow of her blood dripped onto the floor, and the smell of rust spread across the room.
Laura held her hands together, squeezing it as she raised her head to look at the blood, flowing out and dripping.
Her emotions were destroyed, the wish of living her life as a new person was crushed.
The door opened and entered Mary. Her eyes trembled upon smelling the unpleasant smell and immediately went to cover her nose with her hand. She ran towards Laura, lifting her head and touching her hands.
"Did Lady Edith do this?" Mary asked, biting her lip.
