Damn! I hate it.
I have when inget angry like this and still can't kill Marcel.
Looking at the mirror, I frowned. He did this. I will fvcking kill him.
I winced as I tended to my wounds. The gash on my forehead throbbed with pain
"Ouch!" I yelped as my freshly broken arm grazed the wall as I tried to adjust myself on the floor.
My legs were spread out in front ot me.
The first aid box laid opened besides the wall.
I looked down at my arm again. It was awkwardly splinted, it also felt heavy and useless.
I drew in a deep sigh and struggled to grip the bandage scissors in my good hand, cursing under my breath as I fumbled to snip the gauze.
I thought of Zora.
She was probably asleep
It was already dawn and I was yet to get a proper sleep.
My phone rang, snapping me out of my th
