Black Blood (part 2)Everytime I see her face. She is always there by my side, and whispering to me about how she put hot sauce in my father's red bull, or how she quickly got out of the house after hiding our shampoo bottle.I always smiled.I never found the stories amusing, but I couldn't help feeling happy she is simply even there.When I see her golden hair I can't help but put my hand to my matted head, and feel slight chills as she touched my back.Now she is gone. She died at child birth. My brother murdered her!He deserved every slight blow to him. Every time I pressed the iron against his soft skin, every time I poked sewing needles through his st
(He is visting my state XD
*Brofist*