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?

Tears came to her eyes and rushed down. She couldn't care about anything,

sorry. I didn't mean to do it. You have to be okay.

had a trace of consciousness. She fumbled around with her cell phone, and with difficulty pressed a series of numbers, which was a special telecommunication code of

know how to decode it would

she had run out of energy and

in front of her, she remained 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 slower, saving some strength for

and talk to me.

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

was still a faint

was not

grateful when, as if she had woken

been exposed, and if Cecelia did not die, what would happen to her?

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and caring for

simply not