Himiko sat between the prickle bushes. Her scuffed up knees held close to her chest as thorns and branches snag on her cream colored sweater and blonde buns. She weeps softly, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she sniffles. There’s still a little blood smeared on the corners of her lips and a small feather clings to her skirt. Her parents had just yelled at her for sucking the little bird’s blood, causing her to run off and hide. It made her so sad when they called her smile creepy…