Caroline was daffy and bright, she had the character and soul of an ancient wicked sister that taunted you with wicked awful hounds tales at night. Yet she had the courage of ten men.
Caroline had decided to take a bath in her own blood, for no apparent reason at all. She slipped away into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Like she was simply slipping into another room to be alone for awhile.
She had gone in there to really get the job done. Had I not burst into the bathroom within the hour, she would've been dead. The water was crimson and she had smeared the walls up and down with her own blood. The smell of it was thick and sour.
She wasn't responsive, so I got everyone in the campus dorm rooms attention...
"Help you guys! CAROLINE!!!"
The EMT's took her away, finally conscious enough to speak.
Laughing and ugly, she mocked me. "Why are you crying Ryan?!?"
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