Sunday, November 18 2012
Before 6 a.m
I laid my hand above the table, right in front of him. A boy to whom I consider as my sibling. He stared at my hand a moment, tracing down every single fingerprint.
As if he desired it.
He gazed at me with an innocent look. Then suddenly he yanked my hand into his mouth in a flash. Still with his innocent look, gradually he bit all my fingers. Forcing my blood flew out through the veins in my fingers.
I didn't feel the pain. On the contrary, the swift flowing of blood somehow made my heart peaceful. Slowly, I tilted my head back to him.
He retorted my gaze with a questioning look.
No blood traces at his lips.
No scar at my fingers.
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