I sat quietly in the room,eyes staring at something in distant space. I looked at my hand. Still motherfucking bleeding.
I felt like unwrapping the gauze, since it was bleeding. If Leah does storm in the room,I had a pretty good reason for getting up. But what if the glass had left such a horrible wound that I won't be able to look at my hand? What if the glass pieces had deformed my hand?
I heard a door click but I remained rooted to the spot.
Would Leah pat your head and say "Good"?
Now is definitely not the time to talk about BDSM,Jasper.
Leah came with enormous tray of coffee and cookies,the weirdest combination assigned to her. Ever since I was 12, we declared this combination as a pretty good breakfast. Tears were welling up in my eyes again,not tears, acid started welling up in my eyes ,literally burning my eyes.
" hey,it's okay ," her voice was just so soothing, I swear it could almost make me ignore the burning pain in my hands right now. I shook my head violently, trying to make her understand with my actions, as I didnt have the guts to speak. After I second,she understood what I meant and got up.
"Anne,you stay here like before, and I'll get the things for the dressing,'Kay?"
Leah hurriedly said in one breath as she stormed out to get the stuff,better not contain needles. I took one cookie and almost moaned at the chocolate chips melting in my mouth. I clapped one hand on my mouth,being terribly embarrassed on the sound made by me.
Seriously, how how could anyone moan at the taste of a cookie?,not to mention that I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning. I slowly kept nibbling at the cookie,trying not to make more embarrassing noises.
If only you could nibble your problems away...
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ANNE
General FictionLife has many questions,some which make sense while others don't. Some may risk your life,or some which will change your life in various ways,and lastly,some questions which may remain unanswered till life ends. Could a girl,around in her late teens...
