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The way to school was calm, a few people walking, trees blooming, she saw two thin girls walking approximately 20 meters infront of her, Lizzy and Doll, it was easy to spot them.
short blonde hair up in a high pony tail, it looked like it was messy but in a good way, Lizzy wasn't someone to wear her hair slicked back or anything, she was wearing a dark red tan top with a jean skirt.
Doll had her long straight hair to her waist like everyday, she was wearing the same thing as her friend but baggy grey jeans, a matching headband in her hair. They had their bags on their shoulders, Lizzy had one of those Longchamp bags, a black one with a few charms on them. Doll had a similar one but in purple.
Uzi pulled her headphones onto her ears and blasted music, specifically TV girl, she found comfort in their music, it calmed her.
She saw the two girls turn in an alley way, she didn't think much of it at first.
The purple-haired girl kept walking, scrolling on her phone, not paying attention to anything around her. She felt a breeze of cold air, it was freezing, making her shiver.
“That's weird, it's like 25 degres outside” she told herself.
She heard a faint giggle and a hard pull on her bag, sending her to collapse on the hard floor of the sidewalk.
“If you dare make a sound, I will slit your throat” a harsh voice said.
She nodded, feeling tears rising in her eyes.
“Now, Dolly dear, knife.”
Not being able to contain herself, Uzi smirked at the blonde girl.
“Stop.” she declared, slapping the girls across the face, sending her back, again.
Uzi looked down, her cheek burning, as she slowly opened her eyes, she saw red dripping from her mouth.
Blood
The metallic taste in her mouth was sickening her, making her want to trow up.
She clearned her stomach with her arms weakly.
Lizzy smirked, holding a thin small knife in the air, she brought her hand down, playing with the knife in her palm. Until she stopped infront of the purpled haired girl.
“Now kindly give me your arm.”
She refuzed, cluted it even more around her stomach.
“I said. Give. it. To. me. Now.” she snarled as she snatched her arms and pushed back the sleeve.
She barked out an atrotouse laugh, echoing in the alley way.
“This bitch already did the job!”
Uzi tried to cover her exposed skin, thin pale lines crossed on them.
“Then we shall just add up!” Doll laughed behind the blonde, her russian accent rang in the purple haired girl.
She slowly dragged the tip of the knife on the pale skin, then started to dig deeper, drops of blood leaking out on the flesh.
Uzi felt tears start to form once again.
Lizzy dragged the tip of the knife along her arm, she made an one inch deep cut, hot blood leaking out, puddling beside Uzi’s black combat boots. The blonde girl was laughing as she pulled the knife harshly out of her skin, shifting to the other arm and repeating the same on the other arm. She dugged the sharp metal into her pale skin, once again, red liquid pouring out of her flesh.
She felt tears sliding down her cheeks,
What did she do to deserve this?
Why?
Lizzy took the knife out, pulled out a think white tissu formed and whipped it, shoving it back into her bag. Her and Doll walked away, leaving Uzi bleeding out on the cement, arms aching and in pain, she tried to look for something in her bag to dinfect of clean the wound, but failed, she accidentally stained her bag, splotches of red on it.
She shoved her bag away, hugging herself, legs tucked to her chest, arms layed beside her, cool air caressing her.