BLEEDING PRINCESS

white. Talia didn't want to keep stabbing over and over again, sending bl

nd a cold tickle down her spine as a g

her numb fingers, the percussive sound of the blade

stabbed to death and she shuddered, the horrific sight causing bile to rise in her throat

le family she'd had. The memories suffocated her with their intensity

mother's corpse, crumpled at the bottom of the stairs where the now dead assassin had left her. We

. . .

dling her like she had cradled Talia so many times as a child. Talia sat there like that for a moment, crying uncontrollabl

alia's voice choked with emotion as she reached over and

her pudgy little toes shuffling over the floor as the music moved her boday and she danced, laughing when she stumbled and landed on her butt. Talia crawl

Closing herself off to the overwhelming emotions rampaging inside her and focusing on what she had to do

ia with the knife, catching her with a slicing blow to her side. As they had fought he had kicked out at Talia, causing a small fracture to her right ankle. Now that the shock and adrenaline had worn off the pain was gettin

away, now; she

r face. Closing the door behind her, she stepped into the brisk night, winc

alleyway opened onto the street and she turned into the comforting darkness, sliding painfully down the wall. Bringi

he area Talia couldn't bear to watch any more; she closed her eyes and rested her head back