Seventh Deadly Sin

Drip…drip…drip… The small lights plastered against the ceiling flickered from time to time, faintly illuminating the once pristine white restroom, flashing glimpses at the utterly gruesome scene laying all over the small-tiled floor. From the stalls to the four identical sinks and all the way towards the entrance, large splashes and pools of dark red littered around, chaotically mixed with brutally severed human limbs, the whole image generally creating a truly grotesque sight to see. Yet...small, labored breaths filled the otherwise completely silent space, indicating the presence of only one living and breathing being. A single one being, placed in the center of the whole macabre painting, like a misplaced piece sitting in the middle of the mangled mass, crouched like a frightened little child facing its worst nightmare. All wide, her vibrant green eyes followed the thick rivers of crimson, watching them stretch from the tips of her trembling slender fingers and fall into the large pool at her feet. No… This isn’t real… It can’t be… Her shock-induced mind continuously whispered, refusing to acknowledge the cruel reality surrounding her. The cruel reality that it had murdered yet again.