Moments

*sequel to Another World*

I bite my lower lip so hard I taste blood. Mr. and Mrs Evans wanted me dead, I was the reason their daughter was gone. I didn’t cry. I’ve never felt so alone in my life. I shift from one foot to another because my shoes are too tight around the edges and my feet hurt. I concentrate on the pain, I concentrate on the blisters forming on my toes, because that way I don’t have to think about the coffin being lowered into the ground. Or that Melissa’s body is inside of it.