Young. Too young, Infact.

You lay on the ground, your small braids laying on the floor as your screams echo around the room. The blood from the blade dug so deep into your chest leaks out, creating a pool below you.

You scream and scream, nothing but pain coursing through your body with each tear that falls down your face. Your petit body couldnt handle such a thing, making your consciousness begin to fade naturally.