Mort par les fleurs
Wiping the blue berries from my mouth making my hands look blue, put the blueberries back licking my lips I get down from the stool and put my fingers in my mouth, I prick up my ears after hearing a noise walking down the hallway I open my door and grab my plushie his name is mr.snowflake I open the door to the bathroom my eyes widen in fear and scream, the mangled body of my dog was sitting in the tub the wailing of my cry’s are ringing through house, my mother running down the hallway to see what happened looking cause s her to turn away and throw up, my hands touching the blood the tears mixing in, the head of the dog was backwards it’s organs ripped out covering the dog like a bed, it’s eyes widely open tears strained from his eyes
