Darke, Black Magic, Dampening the dripping blood on you. Opening the cut that your ex-friend made, the ex-friend who betrayed you. Your stormy blue eyes flare up red as you think about how your ex-friend betrayed you.
You think about all the things that make you angry, and that, that feeds you strength. Your cut turns deep magenta, and then turns blacker, and blacker. The cut explodes as your ex-friend appears, and flashes a glare so menacing it would’ve scared all the mice in a house.
You brush your eyebrows, making sure it’s real. It’s real. “I’m coming back,” whispers my ex-friend in a harsh tone. “And you’re gonna feel my wrath,”
Lorri:::: eight for lucky.