The rain was washed away most of the blood,but not at all. Tiny crimson streaks still clung to her skin,hidden beneath the sleeves of her jacket. The sirens wailed in the distance,getting closer. Melody adjusted her expression in the broken mirror of a nearby car-wide eyes,shaky breath just enough tears to look devastated

By the time police arrived and she was ready.

A survivor. A victim.

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