Paul Byrd II

Miranda

There she was, like a corpse, lying on the bathroom floor. Her body was broken, beaten, battered, as her whole world had been shattered. Blood dripped like a running faucet from different parts of her. She was shell shocked, which isn’t surprising, for she was a shell of a woman. Surprisingly, with all the pain she was in, no tears were in her eyes. And that was because this wasn’t the first time she felt this pain.