Atarah
"I'm sorry." Ansel mumbled against me and my whole body froze at his apology. What was he apologizing for? And before I could've asked him the reason of his apology, his fingers gripped the back of my neck and like every thing losing their motion, the air ceased, the flames erupting inside me diminished and something very cold gripped me.
His cold fingers gripped the end of my scarf and one second, I had my scalp covered and within next, I stood there uncovered. My scarf was lying down on the floor and my blood ran cold. My eyes widened at the clothe covering my bald scalp lying down.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled again but his voice now seemed distant to me. I was too busy to look at the scarf lying down. My bald head was on display. For the first time since I could remember.
Stro
