"The doctor said that the bullet didn't break any artery, it just came through the muscle, they removed the bullet and they said that she will most likely be fine. They said that she will take antibiotics to not get any infections"
I smiled and Jason said with a bit of a laughter (to make light of the situation): "I always knew she was the tough type". Her parents both smiled and nodded.
Victor, me, and Jason started walking to the parking where we originally parked, to get to the apartment. Victor told me before that I could stay in the apartment for a while and maybe even seek out a collage (since in the orphanage we would get educated also by a teacher who would work there, I bet she got extra money to not tell us about the fucked-up tradition...) and I graduated "high school", even though it wasn't a real high school.
Then finally we were where the car originally was parked. Victor drove us back, while I looked on my phone... how did the police even find us...? No one called them...
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The lost
Short StoryThis is a story about a girl named Asha. Her parents died at the age of 10, she was sent to the orphanage... But this orphanage had something strange. A tradition. "What kind of tradition", You'll soon find out... (TW: This story has brief mentions...
