Strawberry Flavoured

13

Seconds after you had walked away, I heard a loud scream, followed by cries. I pushed myself off the plastic chair and ran back inside. There, I found you lying on the ground behind the counter. Your feet were covered in blood, glass scattered everywhere and your face paler than ever. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and when I noticed the tipped over bucket with glass bottles, I understood you tripped.

I called 911, your cries an unpleasent background melody.

When one of the ambulance men asked information about you, I froze.

I didn't knew anything about you.