Morticia woke up the next morning, feeling weak as hell, her head throbbing like it was going to slipt into two any moment.
"Urgh.. I'm gonna be sick," she complained, getting off from the bed in the slowest way ever.
She stood up, feeling pressed, and dragged her lazy self to the bathroom. She washed her face and gasped when she sighted her reflection on the mirror.
Her lips parched, hair messy like a bed nest. Her eyes slightly swollen. Why was it swollen?... ah right, yesterday was her father's death anniversary.
She had remembered his death anniversary so late and felt guilty. When she got home, she met no one, and the weight was crashing down at her.
Especially the memories of how her father died. She would never forget that day... The fire.
Morticia shook her head, not wanting
