#softgore

pink water.

For @/magika_nya on artfight!!

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Victorian medical illustration of child with small pox

I was searching for my older sister, yelling her name through the hallways. I wandered into each classroom. No luck. Rudy had after school practice but she usually wasn’t this late. My hand ran along the rigid walls until I heard the scream.  It was piercing and sharp. I ran right towards it. Ms. Gray was on the floor, shivering as if she had seen a ghost. Her hands were clamped on her mouth, her face with sweat along the side and her emerald eyes were fixed on the sight inside the classroom. I sprinted into it and till this date, I wish I could erase the image I’d seen.  The room was coated in blood. It was on every table and chair. The board at the back of the class had a message written using parts of a magazine saying, “THE ANGELS TOLD US TO”. There were ropes dangling in 13 different places across the roof. The most horrifying parts was what lied at the end of the ropes. There were dead bodies. Each body had its own rope which was tied around their necks. I recognized these people. All of them were students who had to say back after school. Their eyes were gouged out. Their fingers were cut. An x was stitched across the mouths of each victim. Out of all of them, one caught my attention. Dark skin toned, blonde hair and messy clothes. I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down as the realization hit me. That was my sister, Rudy.