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Takashi hated walking to school in the morning. It wasn’t because he didn’t like school; it was because of the house. The house was old, probably from the 70’s. It had white paint which was peeling off the tired weatherboards, making it look even older. The windows where smashed, and the door looked like it was missing its handle. He normally hurried past the house, but today something caught his eye. As he was walking past as quickly as he could he saw it. He wasn’t sure what “it” was at first. He thought it was just a discarded bottle, or a piece of broken glass, but as he got closer it began to take shape. Takashi re


Redeemer IA splatter of blue paint on the wall. Shattered marbles scattered over the cement floor. Discarded rose petals carelessly thrown on the iron-railed bed. And the sheets, the deep, crimson sheets, twisting and curving around the naked body of the woman laying across the sunken mattress. Her eyes were wide and dead, her back twisted, leaving one shoulder blade free to hang in the open air, exposing a detailed wing that traveled from shoulder to hip. A lone arm dangled to allow long fingers to brush the cold ground. Grey stared at the picture on the wall, so different from the others hanging in the gallery. She pulled the collaRedeemer I
-K
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"Call your name every day when I feel so helpless
I've fallen down but I'll rise above this, rise above this"
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-Havoc
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