The terrible dream was back again. The boy squatted down, cowering in the mist. I closed my eyes because I knew what was coming next. He was going to be attacked; he always gets attacked ~ #story #character #inspiration
"Is that blood?" She asked me, her eyes growing wide as they looked at the blood that crusted my knuckles. "Yeah," I answered. She raised her eyes to my face and swallowed before asking another question. "Is it yours?" "No."