The Gliding girl (sulaimanaamir.ocean@gmail.com’s challenge)

Tiffany woke with straw in her mouth. She stepped off her straw filled mattress and shuffled out of the barn. Tiffany wasn’t a nice person by any means. Her tousled black hair fell down her back, and a large cut just below her eye had dried blood crusted on it. Her pale face turned purple when she was mad, and her nails were broken. Her bleak busted lip looked terrible, but this was what happened to a girl who was thrown into a river with nobody to care for her. She hated getting up at night. She hated the morning. She hated smiling, she hated the squishy part of a rat, and she hated water. She hated a lot of things. Tiffany saw a paper. It was about a girl who ran through the forest all the time. Killing. Tiffany liked killing. It was one of the few things she liked- She loved it. Everyone was so gullible. And tasty. She liked challenges too. Especially killing ones. She wanted this girl. She looked yummy. The picture showed a black and white photo of a blur of blood. The woods were over that house over there. So Tiffany walked over to the woods. A rat passed by her. In one smooth motion she snatched it up and ate it. She belched out the remains. Tiffany walked toward the middle of the forest. It smelled of blood. She was getting closer. A bloody corpse of a hunter. She stepped over it. Tiffany was not going to let anything stop her. A blur of blood. She whirled. The hunter wasn’t eaten. That meant this girl didn’t eat her victims, she had to eat something though. Right? A hand closed on her arm. The girl was behind her. She knew it. Tiffany twisted and realized this girl wasn’t gonna stop running. Running was what this person would do all her life. Tiffany tried twisting again. This time the girl let her. Tiffany whimpered. This girl was her. Tiffany. But- she was worse. Tiffany’s skin turned purple. She wasn’t scared. She would never be scared. But here she was- scared. The other worse Tiffany with a red face, long sharp nails, and mismatched eyes held her at arms length and went in for the kill, her long sharp nails heading for Tiffany’s throat.