TW
a desperate moment and a sharp object. a story behind 9 wounds while i cut open each one in a detailed and cryptic way. Cutting my wounds open. (prequel to my marketable mind)
"Why did you do it?" he asked.
"What are you talking about" I replied nervously I knew what he was talking about. I just had hope that it would've been something else.
"The lie" he replied calmly while me on the other hand was shaking. I was nervous, guilty and I felt like crying.
"I umm don't know" I murmur I honestly didn't know I closed my eyes hoping, praying that when I opened them this will all be a nightmare...