the next day i waited to see you. i had thought all night about what i was going to say to you. my plan was to not bring it up and just start a normal conversation.
however, you didn't show. i didn't see you at all the entire day.
at first, i was angry. were you avoiding me? were you upset that i saw your bruises? but then i realized something.
what if you didn't come to school because you physically couldn't?
i mean, you don't just get bruises out of no where, especially in the shape of fingerprints. was it someone in your family? was it a lover?
all these questions raced through my head all day. i couldn't focus on anything else except you.
i should have noticed sooner.
YOU ARE READING
i'm sorry.
Short Story(Completed) your body was a canvas and your father's fist was the paintbrush. lowercase intended
