[ The metal snaps beneath her grip and scrapes against her palm leaving a fresh, bleeding wound. It is not as deep as it could be, but there's enough blood for it to trickle down her arm and drip off of her elbow. Mary stops as silence envelops them both of them.
She stands up straight, looking over at her with an expression that doesn't fully encompass what she's truly feeling. Something about those words hits through her irritation and rage, it sinks down into the depths of who she is and catches her heart — hook, line, and sinker. ]
No. It's not... [ She looks down at the carnage beneath her, furrowing her eyebrows. ] This isn't the first time.
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She stands up straight, looking over at her with an expression that doesn't fully encompass what she's truly feeling. Something about those words hits through her irritation and rage, it sinks down into the depths of who she is and catches her heart — hook, line, and sinker. ]
No. It's not... [ She looks down at the carnage beneath her, furrowing her eyebrows. ] This isn't the first time.