He's here again...
He pulled out another one of those pointed hospital contraptions into my arm...
Syringe... Yes, that is what it's called.
He looked at me with those blue eyes again.
I could recall someone with blue eyes like those.
He is drawing blood from me...Thick red blood from my arm to the syringe.
I feel no pain at all. . .
Actually, it feels kind of soothing.
He is near me. . .
I always look forward for him to enter my room and take my blood. It is the only close contact we ever had.
We just stare at each others eyes and say nothing.
Cold. So cold...
He pulled the needle out and taped a fluffy ball on my arm where the needle penetrated.
Cold. So cold...
His footsteps echoed as he left without saying goodbye or looking back...
Doesn't matter...
He will be back...
Cold. So cold...
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Breach
General FictionMargo's mind is a labyrinth. With every twist and turn, more problems emerge and the truths that come with it are far more dangerous than she thought.
