"Look at you! Always a mess." she shouted angrily.
"How many time did I tell you not to get into a fight?"
The tall lady in front of me who was scolding me is my aunt.
I had my reasons to say but I'm afraid to share it to her so I kept quiet and looked slightly to the floor, feeling the spits that was coming out from her mouth. Then she suddenly sighed as she back-faced me.
"Don't find me until you're cleaned up." she said tiredly and walked into the kitchen without a word, leaving me there silently in the living room.
After about a few minutes standing there awkwardly which was killing the inside of me, I decided to walk back to my room with injuries big and small all around my poor body. As I was half-way through to my room, I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my left arm. I hissed through the unbearable pain. Instead of checking the wound, I decided to take a break in my room because I was damn tired from the situation that I just got just now. I opened the light blue color wooden door, flicked the switch which made the room as bright as hell. I blinked a few times to adjust the lighting as I sat on my bed and sighed tiredly.
What did I just got myself into today?
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Something (a little Lapidot story) {ON HIATUS}
Historia CortaThis story is kinda random but I hope u enjoy it :) (Oh! And the drawing's mine.)
