InsaneJournal

Who: Merope and OTA
Where: Outside the Clock Tower
What: Disposing of bloody baby dolls, she herself is soaked in blood from cleaning.
Why: They couldn't ALL stay there.
When: 1 o' clock.


Merope spent the morning and into the afternoon trying to get the babydolls out of her room. She had been sobbing and crying at first from how it had effected her, but having slowly desensitized from the entire situation as she was constantly covered in blood no matter how she had avoided it. The scent was overpowering, so strong that she had vomited a few times outside from lack of clean air.

She had thought to ask someone to help, but it wasn't their responsibility, it was hers.

The girl stopped and set down on the ground beside the pile, looking miserable and holding one of the babydolls in her hand. She could probably save one, couldn't she? Just one. Merope pulled the doll close, her arms wrapping tightly and clutching it to her frame. At this moment in silence, Merope was not in her right mind and wanted to believe the limp, bloodied doll was her child. How soft and limp it had been.

"I'm so sorry, so, so sorry." She said, rocking it lightly.