You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The back of his head was smashed into the angle protruding from the stairs, bleeding immediately, and then his whole body tumbled downward, over and over, faster and faster. His cane, dropped on the cold stone steps, lay still.

Midway through, his head hit the hard marble wall again, but that didn't stop him from continuing to tumble downward.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Knock, knock, knock."

Until he fell to the ground, "bang", his forehead hit the marble pillar at the end of the staircase, and then he completely stopped.

Rodney lay curled up on the ground, looking hunched over, old and lifeless, with a bowl-sized bloody hole in his forehead.

Charlotte stared dumbfounded, her lips trembling, at what she had created with her own hands.

out, spread

directions, just like a hideous bloody hand, reaching infinitely into

of pain, and a misty white light rose before his eyes. He struggled to open

coming towards him from under the dense and flourishing willow trees. Her soft hands, gently tracing

curvature of her lips gradually pulled

to have stopped in this moment, and he did

and she, in the

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"Mia... Mia..."

inaudible. He knew that his time was up and that Mia had come to take him away. This was what he had been waiting for, for

moment. Charlotte, the wicked girl, had just extended her evil hands to him and pushed him down the stairs with her own hands. She is a fake. She must have used some tricks to