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?

suddenly regretted it. 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. Oooh She shook Cecelia

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

would know that she meant was,

of energy and

on her mind. She must slow

up and talk to me.

was not moving, she reached out her finger and

was still

was not dead

relieved and grateful when, as if she had woken

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

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