corrina page is a fictional character made up entirely in my imagination. any resemblance to real people, places, and/or things is completely coincidental and should be taken as such.

WARNING: The following may contain adult oriented material.

february 12, 2001

spitting blood into viles, dry heaving wrenches me from the inside. the blood was sick and made me gag. i'm dizzy now, and nauseous, and can't stand up straight; bent over, my stomach feels protected, my body feels sheltered.

underneath his jacket, he kept a switchblade and a needle in a ripped seam. his nails were bitten down to the fingertips, his fingers short and ragged, raw and red looking. his eyes were bloodshot and dark, his hair a tangled mess. he limped slowly and was an easy kill after a long hiatus. and he was poison.