The folded umbrella was dripping with water. I stood in the corridor and pushed open the ajar door with my left hand.
There is a person hanging on the wall.
A seventeen-year-old girl, wearing a beautiful white dress, barefoot.
The long nails passed through her arms and pinned her firmly to the wall. Blood flowed along the moldy wall and onto the concrete floor.
She seemed like... An angel with red wings.
Intention: Live well and make progress every day
