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The bell rang as I walked downstairs. I peeped through the peephole of the door as I saw Sophia standing on the other side. I slowly opened the door so she could come in.

She looked everywhere as I saw a soft grin appear on her face. "Did you have a conversation with Mr. Graham?" I asked. She gave me a wink as she nodded.

My hands were filled with papers. They were glued to my hand.

"I want to cook with you, please." She requested. She is very straight, and her emotions are too easy to catch sometimes when she is really happy. "Also, can we have a little private conversation?" She asked.

I didn't have the time to be sad in recent days. Even though sometimes my heart cried out for a hug, I could ignore that cuz of my business. And after her question, I started panicking. All she might talk about is Zoey. But I don't want to talk about something that I want to forget. That I am working hard to forget.

"Yeah, sure!" I faked a smile. I can't say no, of course, it's something I was taught by my parents. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked, offering her a seat.

She rested her elbow on the table, placing her chin on her palm. "Are you really doing okay? I haven't seen you with Zoey for a long time."

I gave her a nod. "We are not on good terms, that's all."

"What are those wounds on your hands?" Her glare was directed at my hands.

"Just got hurt while practicing things out." I took a deep breath before asking her back. "Didn't you want to talk to me about something private?"

She nodded but shook her head at the same time. "I mean, yes, but forget it." She got up and walked away. "You might want to be alone for a little bit."

She closed the door without even saying goodbye properly. Again, those strange feelings came. The feelings of being all alone in the house. I really was, but it wasn't feeling that way. Like, no type of air is entering or going out.

I walked up to my room. I started doing paper crafts again. But not even a minute passed when I realised an old piece of paper was between those colored papers.

"Holy shit!" I cursed myself until my breath was at its end. "Do I have to face these again?"

My heart was pounding. The pen in my hand was such an old one as well. I didn't notice when the pen in my hand changed.

I wanted to try out again. But what if these papers drown in blood? And what if I am never able to heal myself ever again?

I didn't tear out this time.

I took the pen in my hand as I wrote down there, "Why are these papers appearing?"

It was worse than last time. Maybe because it's wounds over my wounds. The dizziness was not normal. The way these winds were getting out of me, it felt like I was blasting. And then I held the paper so that it wouldn't fly away.

The shock I had last time. The feelings. The way my hands and legs are tattering, do I have to feel this pain regularly?

And again, another line written with blood.

"CURSE!"

I let the paper fly away. I wanted to do so. A curse? Who cursed me and why?

My eyes were being glued again. But this time, I could feel my existence.