I sat on the edge of bed waiting for my unknowingly pathetic destiny to move forward. I wonder what today will he do to bleed my soul? My heart trembled looking at my scars on the feet. The mice did their job perfectly to tear apart my skin. I shuddered thinking about yesterday and pressed my eyes shut when he came inside the room. With a hollow smirk plastering on his lips, he sat beside me. I saw a shopping bag in his hand which seemed quite weird though.
“How are you my sweetheart?” He asked.
And I felt nothing but sick to my stomach.
Flinching away from him, I scooted. But by grabbing my forearm he pulled me closer to him till our body touches each other. I shivered in disgust but didn't say anything. Licking my lips, I nodded my head that I am okay.
I am okay? How can I be okay wi
