MOJCA
The only thing I could see was red. Maybe because I was crying and the tears were blocking my vision but I refused to believe that what I was seeing was pure and unadulterated rage.
I screamed.
There was an itch in me, waiting to be scratched.
I felt like plunging my knife into my chest, I felt like… I screamed again and my knees gave in.
Laying on the cold snow, I felt like never getting up.
I haven't heard my sister's voice in a really long time but when I heard it some seconds ago, it was filled with sadness and pain.
“Manu, what have they done to you?”
I looked up at the sky, wondering if my prayers had fallen on deaf ears.
“If you don't want to help save her then, I will. And I will do it on my own.” I said to my mother.
Sometimes, I used to wonder if she eve
