i hate this one. please take it away from me.
Van dabbed at the cut on my face with a damp cloth. "How did this even happen?"
"I told you, I fell off a stone wall." I replied. I took a deep breath, trying to not wince when Van applied more antiseptic.
"Was anyone with you?"
"No, the only thing that saw was a cat."
"There aren't any cats in this country, how many times do I have to tell you? They died out years ago. Tilt your head."
"I swear it's real! I've touched it's fur- I took pictures of it this time!" I reached for my phone.
"Show me afterwards." Van put a plaster over my now serialized cut. I looked through my gallery, but all the pictures of the tuxedo cat were blank. Just white.
"Are you gonna show me or what?" He stood up, starting to put away the medical supplies.
"Nevermind.." I picked up my bag and walked out of the bathroom.
ow. but also what. what did cats do to that country?? van is such a shit name. no hate to the vans out there
-wattpad tried to shame me for this being a 49 second read. so rude
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