***Yara***
The sound of her voice annoyed me. I barely spoke to her, but I was annoyed. She stood there in the doorway of the bathroom, staring at me, and I was even annoyed by that. I felt even angrier than I did before. If that’s even possible.
"Why would I care who saw me break the glass?" I asked in an angry manner.
"Because your bleeding hand has already started to heal. You would have a lot of explaining to do if someone other than me saw that," Stephanie spoke so calmly.
I lifted my right hand, and she was right. The wound was healing, but at a slow rate. There were still cuts, but it was healing. It was the same as the bite wound I had. The dry blood that dripped from me just a second ago was still there, but the wound was slowly closing. Or was I seeing things? I was shocked b
