Sarah Heathcliff
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The soft sound of her foot against the floor filled the dark room, eyes wide with great fear. Small and unintelligible stutters leaving her soft lips, the lower one eventually disapearing in between her set of pearly whites. She wanted to scream and run away, but only froze for a solid 30 seconds until her legs made subtle steps back. She was standing face to face with an alternate.
With trembling hands, she slowly raised them up a little in the cold air. ".. P-please.. Don't h-hurt me.."