Mia's Point of View
“Is there something wrong, dear?" Deborah asked which made me look at her in disbelief.
I can still remember all too well that she had dug her nails.
“My wound is gone," I said.
“It's like it didn't happen right?" She asked again with a huge smile.
“See! You did." Before I could finish my sentence once again, she cut me off.
“Yes, I did heal you so I am a bit confused about you telling me that I tried to kill you." She said with an offended look on her face. “All I wanted was to help, dear and that is all."
I look down because of the embarrassment of what I have just accused her of. She was so nice to me in the beginning while the others were trying to be mean. She is like a mother to me when I am here.
“I'm sorry for accusing you, Deborah," I said while
