You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Charlotte's nerves were repeatedly stimulated by the blood at the moment Cecelia fell.

She suddenly went weak and fell to her knees with a "thud".

The demonic blood-red color stained the clean white tiles on the floor of the bathroom.

Her hands and her knees were stained with terrifyingly bright red blood. Oh God, what had she done?

She pushed Cecelia down, the only person in the world who genuinely treated her and gave her the best of everything.

Someone she genuinely considered her own mother.

The warmth and love of a mother that she had not experienced since she was a child, the happiness she had never enjoyed before, and the dependence on companionship... she experienced all of them in Cecelia and was satisfied with them.

And right now, she was pushing Cecelia to her death with her own hands.

How could she?

regretted it. Tears came to her eyes and rushed down. She couldn't care about anything, but jumped into Cecelia's arms and drew

sorry. I didn't mean to do it. You have to be okay. Oooh She shook Cecelia desperately and

point, Cecelia still had a trace of consciousness. She fumbled around with her cell phone, and with difficulty pressed a series

to decode it would know that

of energy and her back

motionless. She closed her eyes and had only one thing on her mind. She must slow down her breathing, slow down her heartbeat, empty her mind, and let her blood flow a little

wake up and talk to me. You

that Cecelia was not moving, she reached out her finger and

was still a

was not

grateful when, as if she

and tricks had been exposed, and if Cecelia did not die, what would happen to her? Her hands were now stained with the blood of Cecelia, Rodney, and Rachel, and who

had happened and continue to treat her like a daughter? Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

and

simply not