Snippet #1802689

Her lifeless gaze shifted, and her head turned around to stare at Emily. Her body wasn't moving, and she was bleeding like crazy. Negi shuddered, and walked over to sit next to Emily on the bed. The girl held her hat in her hand, and stared down at Emily. "For the short time I knew you, you were great. I now know the dangers of this place. I feel safe talking now, since everything is still. It's my fault for going nuts. You wouldn't be dead right now if I didn't go on a rampage. More deaths in my life.." she murmured. Negi's eyes began watering, and she ran her fingers in her hair again and looked down. Wet drops soaked bits of her pea-coat, tears running along her face. The girl brought her legs to her chest and rested her forehead on the tips of her knees, looking down through the crack between her legs, staring at the bed sheets. The small spot of the bed sheet was now wet with tears. Her hands rested now on the back of her head, clutching the back. "I lied about blocking out how my parents died. My parents were brutally murdered with a pickax and a club infront of my very eyes. Organs were everywhere. It was disgusting, and I was getting sick to my stomach. I was about to get hit, when the police came and the man got anxiety and ran out. He's not even in jail." Remembering the incident, Negi immediately covered her mouth with her left hand, the glove giving protection and she heaved. She didn't throw-up, but it was like a sick cough.