Avery

Anastasia stared at the girl through the vanity mirror. The girl looked as pale as a ghost, with huge eye bags settled beneath her hollow eyes, which resembled empty caves. Her lifeless gaze sent a chill down Anastasia's spine, unsettling her deeply.

Anastasia wanted to speak, to ask the girl what had happened, but her tongue felt heavy, as if it were tied down. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to move it, the weight of the silence pressing down on her.

Anastasia glanced at the white clothes the girl was wearing. They were all torn in several places, revealing her panties and the sides of her breasts which made Anastasia wonder where the girl was coming from or if she was going to change. 

Then Anastasia's eyes settled on the blood stain that trailed from below her clothes, kissing her legs before it dropped on the ground.