A Moment
Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2023 2:23 am
The corpse of Constance Blanchet lay on the floor of the changing room.
Her skull was broken. Fragments of bone and pieces of brain matter were visible to those who looked close enough.
Blood surrounded the body. It was mostly dried by now, but the red-ish brown tint couldn't fool anyone into thinking it was something else, especially what was stuck to the clothing.
Rot had yet to set in, visibly anyway. Whether it was the temperature being so cool, the building shielding her from the elements, or a combination of the two, it didn't really matter, it wouldn't change anything.
And in front of it all stood a girl.
A girl who stared at it all.
The brain matter.
The blood.
The dead body of a girl who had been alive a week ago.
The girl took in a breath.
It got caught in her throat.
And then she screamed.
And then she ran like her life depended on it.
[[She wouldn't return]]
Her skull was broken. Fragments of bone and pieces of brain matter were visible to those who looked close enough.
Blood surrounded the body. It was mostly dried by now, but the red-ish brown tint couldn't fool anyone into thinking it was something else, especially what was stuck to the clothing.
Rot had yet to set in, visibly anyway. Whether it was the temperature being so cool, the building shielding her from the elements, or a combination of the two, it didn't really matter, it wouldn't change anything.
And in front of it all stood a girl.
A girl who stared at it all.
The brain matter.
The blood.
The dead body of a girl who had been alive a week ago.
The girl took in a breath.
It got caught in her throat.
And then she screamed.
And then she ran like her life depended on it.
[[She wouldn't return]]