I wobbled.
Again.
As I had been doing for the last 15 minutes.
The hospital was only about a five minute walk normally, but with my blurry vision and non concentrated thoughts, it was much longer.
Come on Gorroth, one foot in front of the other.
I could almost see my house through the tired lenses of my eyes. I stumbled forward, causing me to fall face first onto the hard cement road. A sharp pain shot through my lower lip. I could feel a stream of warm blood shooting out of it.
Oh my Irene, just let me get into my house.
I stood up and wiped my face. Before running into my house. I considered myself lucky to not fall again on the way there.
As I sped though the door, I found my brother and father glaring daggers at me. I ran right passed them.
I don't have time to deal with this.
When I arrived at my room in the basement, I stared through the cracked mirror lying in the corner.
I could barely see that my already not-tan skin was now extremely pale, with a hint of purple to it. I had blood all over my lip and chin and running down my neck from where I had fell on it, and wiping it just smeared the blood farther along my face, making the cut look worse then it was. Even so, I could tell that the cut was bad, and a normal family would say it might need stitches, but for a boy like me, nobody would really care. It would surely scar.
I looked into the mirror one last time, and this time I stared at my own eyes. And even through my blurry vision, I could see the sparkly tears forming beneath them.
No.
I had not cried for as long as I remembered.
You do not cry, Gorroth, you are emotionless, and you can never tell yourself otherwise.
But even though I had been like this my whole life, I knew that I was truly lying to myself, and that night, when the lights were off and I was
safely under my sheet, I had kept wondering "who was that girl?"
And that, my internet friends, was chapter 11! 8D tell me what you thought about it in the comments pretty please with a cherry on top! (I know, I'm immature, get over it) I had lots of fun writing this chapter. Also, school has started!!!!! So, I think my writing has changed a little since last summer, so sorry bout' that! (Or maybe it's a good thing, who knows?) I think that's all I have to say for now so,
Bye bye,
Mystic
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