Kiara:
“Ah! Mr. Malibu!” Ariana exclaims, leaping to her feet as I cough up a dreadful amount of blood.
“Damn!” Zane groans in my mind.
He’s getting hurt too, and it’s satisfying to see that my suffering isn’t much fun for him.
She dashes towards the door, but Zane opens it before she can reach for the handle. His eyes widen at the sight before him, and he immediately backs away, rushing out and slamming the door.
Ariana paces around the room, her hands shaking terribly. She hurries to get a glass of water from the table while I sit numbly, bloodied.
It’s supposed to hurt a lot, but a part of me doesn’t want it to end because I want my life to end. Even if everyone else turns their backs on me, I didn’t expect my father to do the same, so I feel alone in the world, and it’s becoming
