"Thanks..", I appraised, exchanging pleasantries with him. I left for my house, throwing myself on to the bed. "I hate you, why are you after my family and friends, I'll not spare you"!! I exclaimed,throwing a stone against the mirror. It cracked, scattering all over the washroom. When I moved back, I accidentally stepped on a broken piece, making me wince.
Blood was oozing from the affected part. I closed my eyes, crying uncontrollably. "Mom, I really miss you... why didn't you tell me anything....", I cried, removing the glass from under my feet. I walked slowly on the broken glass as it pricked me but my mind buzzed over my mom's death. Before I realized I had stained my room with blood while I walked from the bathroom.
When I raised my feet, they were bleeding profusely.
