83.
Damn.
Mom is almost screaming at me through the phone. I keep quiet most of the time, letting her vent out all the anger.
As I am done, I tell her, "Mom, Mark called at the dead of night and I didn't want to wake you. I am sorry."
"Never ever dare to repeat this."
"I won't."
We hang up and I turn around. Eira is still there. "I should go and get ready for school then. Take care," I smile at her, giving back the phone.
She doesn't smile back. She extends her hand to give me something.
There sitting on her hand is my blade.
I am scared.
She knows.
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
