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Pain roared through my arm, solid, electric and tingling, my arm burning as I bit down hard on my lip, due to the terrified looks of the girls following my scream. Blood cascaded down my arm in rushing rivulets, the smell of it mingling with the breeze, feeding it into my nostrils. Quickly, Heart regained herself, her soft fingers winding round my arm, as I tried to stop myself from grunting.
She put the knife to my arm; I flinched, but no, she wasn't hurting me. She Kerry took drops of blood on the tip of the knife, before placing them in the lines she'd dug into the sand, which connected me to the candles.
My breathing became heavy, as I tried to control myself, followed by water filling my eyes.
Green, angry veins popped out, barely concealed by my now pink flesh.
"Are you okay?" Natalie whispered, as my chest heaved, and nostrils flared, trying to contain the pain. It wasn't even that deep. I had to quit being such a baby.
