Trilla took a step back. What.. what had she just...? Her hands were shaking, her legs were threatening to give out, and she could feel an awful lump in her throat.
The smallish girl with whi-- well, she used to have white hair, now getting stained by blood. Her own blood. She lay completely motionless on the floor.
"No..." Trilla said quietly, breaking the eerie silence. No, she couldn't have... she-- she didn't--
She shook her head and put her hands on her face. This had to be some sort of dream. No... a nightmare. She carefully held her hands away as she realized some of the girl's blood her gotten on them at some point.
Trilla stepped back, almost trying to get away from her own hands, before tripping. Some arbitrary object.
She barely felt it.
The girl was dead.
And, it was all her fault. Wasn't it?
She wanted to scream, to cry, to throw up, to hit something, but she sat there in stunned silence for an immeasurable amount of time, until a scream escaped despite that.
She just curled up and cried.
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