There was the pierce jingling of her keys. And they made my head throb with the sensitivity of the morning heavy in my head. Almost drunkenly i was gazing around already envisioning her bland navy blue pencil skirt and blazer. Still, my eyes never left the ladybug on the window sill.
"Andie youre still alive right?Wouldve been a shame"
"Wow, youre too kind. I would drop dead if i had the chance" I rolled my eyes as she walked over to the me. My eyes were fixated and my mind floated away from my mistakes and my scars. Her perfume engulfed my mind like tethers pulling me back down to the earth.
"Arm, now. Daily check. I need to keep count"
My body shifts around to her, outfit and all. I use my free hand to roll up my 'complementary' gown sleeve. The gnarly scars a permanent tattoo to the past life i lived.
Thirteen
Always thirteen
None more
None less
Her eyes scan over my forearm, a smile wretching it's self, set in her already set smile lines. I forced myself to pretend like there werent anymore. Even though there were, i couldnt keep up this lying game. It was like having a gun pointed to my head. I let my eyes drifted toward where my object of choice was.
By the creame colored walls
YOU ARE READING
The Cynical Optimist
Ficção GeralT R U T H ? Does it matter when you know where ive been?
