Avenged

Her name is Kristen. She spends her mornings shut off from the world and her nights... well those she prefers not to speak of.
(And I don't blame her.)
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She has a lovely collection of shiny objects-Oh, how they glisten. They're all s h a r p. Her favorite noise is that of a blade through thick air. Her mother always told her not to play with weapons, but she grew closer to them when she realized that they were one of the only things that she could control.
(She was power hungry.)
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She hates being told what to do. She'd much rather do the talking. Kristen was gifted with a quick wit and a silver tongue. Sometimes she'd pretend that she could maintain a conversation with someone...anyone, and cry  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." to herself.
(Her words could cut to the quick.)
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Secretly, she was a masochist. "Just one more OD, and I'll be fine." So she'd drown herself in pills of many kinds, hoping that finally this one would do her in for good. They'd take her back to rehab and she'd swear she's fine-She would never be the same.
(She was a good liar.)
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Tonight she'll gather her collection, and walk to the cemetery up the street. It's aura was always welcoming. Passing the rain-worn gravestones, and finally reaching her mother's, she sat in the icy grass.  Strewn about the land before her were cobwebs, maggots, and oh god the spiders. She'd never been here before. They day of her mother's death, she swore to avenge her.
(She was the killer.)