My favourite sweater is now hers. I can feel the corners of my lips twitch up and instantly remind myself that there's nothing to smile about - think about what's happened to her. But she's wearing your jumper! I know, I know! And she's smiling, she looks so cute, and the sleeves are too long, and and she's so cute, and her strawberry shampoo smell is on it - shut up, shut up!
She tucks her knees inside the jumper and curls up again, head on her knees, brow furrowed, thinking hard. She must be so bored. But there's nothing to do! There's nothing I can do to stop her being bored. The frustration seeps through me like disease, and I go to flop back on the bench but I forgot which way I'm sitting on it, and my head smacks into the concrete wall. My vision becomes unfocused, distorted, I feel dizzy... I hold a hand to the back of my head and it comes back stained with blood, my blood, from my head, I can't, I...
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Unravelled Plaits
Teen FictionThis isn't your average, "oh help, I've been kidnapped! Save me, police! *scream*" kidnap story. Oh no. It's so much darker. And so much more twisted. You may need some coffee as black as my soul. Good luck. Enjoy. [warning: mature theme: inapp...
