ROWAN
Walking back from Bri’s room, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts rages within me, each one vying for dominance over the others. On one hand, a nagging sense of suspicion gnaws at the edges of my mind, what if Bri can no longer be trusted? What if she has a hand in all of these because why would she f*****g lie to me huh?
I saw her hands, those wounds look too fresh to be scars from an office wound, I mean, the last time she went to work was what? Two or three goddamn days ago. If she had those wounds at the office, they should have dried up more, and heal more reasonably than what I just saw, and I f*****g mean it.
Now, over to the mirror, when she called me up at night, she only told me that she was seeing things in it and that was why she covered the mirror with some f*****g cl
