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CHANGE
I stared at her. Even though she was lying in a pool of her own blood on a tile floor, illuminated by a single horrible yellow coloured fake light, her hair matted with dry blood and there were some faint bruises beginning to show she still looked as beautiful as ever.
Breathing in I was hit hard by the smell, salt and iron filled my nose, my mouth started to water.. That???s when my gag reflexes kicked in and I began coughing, spitting into the basin until I gained control of my body again.
Sighing I knelt down beside her and brushed her usually glossy black hair out of the way of her face. Her skin was still perfect and pale and her lips still had that rosy red colour. If I didn???t know any better I would think she was still alive. The only thing that gave it away was her wings. They had already started deteriorating, breaking down, feather by feather. Picking one up I twirled it in my fingers. It was still soft, such a beautiful feather for such a beautiful girl. It was pure black with streaks of gold going through it, matching her hair.
The longer I stared at her the harder I could feel it pushing, soon it was too much and I gave way. The feeling I hadn???t felt in a long time came crashing in on me.
Guilt.
I felt guilty. I had that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I now knew why I had pushed this feeling away because it wasn???t pleasant. She just looked so young, so full of life! So... innocent.
Getting up, I went over to the basin and washed my face trying to gain control over my body again. Running the water through my thick brown hair I could feel how much my fingers were shaking but I couldn???t control of myself. I tried to make myself think that I deserved the change that I was going to get out of this more than her but it wasn???t working. Millions of thoughts went through my head all of things that had happened in the past, names I used to know, names I fear... but one word kept coming up into my mind.
Innocent.
I thought about my parents and my baby sister. My whole body started to shake and I was looking at the knives lying around the room with too much interest. Biting hard down on my lip all most drawing blood I forced myself to think about anything but what had happened to my family.
I thought about how this girl - searching to remember her name - was before all this had happe
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