CULTURE
Rain and I got inside the cafeteria but I had never been inside their secret meeting place, HELL.
The memories of the incident in the cafe revived as we entered there. My brother had taken me and made me eat the lunch that I got for him. It was a recent experience and thus the fear was still intact. My body reacted to each and every movement inside the cafeteria. The memory seemed to haunt me. Everything came flashing back. How he made me finish that wholesome meal, to the extent that I nearly puked in the middle of stuffing my mouth with the cheese pasta. I glanced sideways to where the restroom lay. I had vomited from the table at the farthest corner all the way to the restroom. I felt the bile rise once again, watering my mouth. The thought of what I had gone through made me
