The Rejected Bride
Blood and Silence
Falling, fading, lost in pain,
Crimson spills like endless rain.
Hands that hurt now drag me near,
Whispers laced with cruel fear.
A voice, a name—a light, a plea,
But darkness claims the rest of me.
Chapter 47
Somewhere in my subconscious, I knew I was falling, falling to the ground.
I heard screams from people running to me, the loudest of which was madam maria's.
I felt myself being draped with someone’s blanket and lifted from the ground. I heard madam maria screaming at the extent of my injuries, especially the deep one on my head, as I was carried back into the house.