BABE IN THE WOODS.
“Seah, sweetheart?” Mom tapped my door a few times before she continued to express her goal. I hated the sound of knocks of a door (they just irritate me), but I also did it to call the attention of other people.“Are you still sleeping? It’s already ten o’clock.”
My lazy soul forced my mouth to speak just to shove her away. My dried lips complained through the cracks. I licked the blood on its surface—iron, metal, disgusting, three words to discuss my least favorite liquid. “No classes for today,” I shouted.
She did not ask any follow-questions and left me after that, unchecked, as she was confident that I told her the truth. It’s funny how people easily trust your words but did not notice the other details. An academic year was about to end in a few days, b
