●Gem●
Once he set me free, I clumsily got up.
This was messed up, truly messed up, and I had no idea why I had opened up to this guy. He was probably just like them. The world I lived in was so twisted it was hard to tell the good from the bad.
"Where are you going?" His voice stopped me mid-step. His hands were in his pockets, his eyes fixed on me with a weight that made my movements feel awkward.
"To the bathroom," I mumbled, already turning, unsure where it was in this huge, dark place.
"It is down the hallway, first door to the right," he answered, and I didn't respond. I started walking, the echo of my steps loud against the polished floors. The place looked expensive, all black and shadows with only faint hints of brightness.
When I finally reached the bathroom, I went straight to the mirror. My eyes were red from crying. If anyone really wanted to hurt me, they could do it through my cousin. I carried the guilt of my aunt's death with me like a stone.
