the girl named winter

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tw: rape

t w e n t y  -  n i n e
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Marck harshly pulls the back of my sweater. "Winter, please!"

At last, he can finally pronounce words more clearly. His teeth are growing, meaning he's getting more and more annoying.

"Just this day, Winter!"

I slam the pen beside my worksheet.

He didn't get bugged by the harshness of my actions.

I slump in my seat.

He uses his cutest big demanding eyes against my will.

I roll my eyes and take the keys.

He claps victoriously, talking to me, but I can't care any less.

We walk hand-in-hand towards the park. Mom wasn't around. I'm the one obliged to take the devil to the park to buy ice cream.

Nervousness drowns in my system as I call out to the gods to be nice to me for once.

Please, don't make me cry as I see Tiffany and Rey walking there again.

There's this ice cream truck near the playground.

Marck, being the five-year old he is, runs towards it at full speed.

I slowly follow him.

I look around to see any male with black hair and females with red mane.

There's none.

Just because I didn't see them here doesn't mean they're not together.

I wait with my arms over my chest.

Marck debates with himself in a monologue as he pick a flavor.

There's suddenly a voice beside me.

"Winter," the voice says, sounding sincere and charming.

I look to my left.

The vocalist that night stand there.

My throat closes up as my toes curl up.

My hands turn into fists as I struggle to give him a smile.

He was right there.

A little girl makes a sound beside him.

I look down and see a girl as tall as Marck with gray eyes identical to her brother's and a wavy brown hair.

I notice Marck stop his monologue as he gape at the girl.

The vocalist looks down at her and communicates with her by giving a series of hand gestures.

"She's deaf?" I blurt out.