Dark and Dangerous

This is my first movella. Just trying to get into writing. Let me know if you like it x :D

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32. Arrival

We sat in silence all the way back to my road. I started walking to my front door aware that he was only a couple of steps behind me; maybe he'd change directions as soon as he realized I wasn't interested in talking to him. I reached out to pull the door handle and felt the jagged glass shards dig deeper into my palms. Small crystals slowly becoming a part of me as the skin stretched over and healed. Pink and raw. It made me feel sick to my stomach. Blood had clotted around the larger sharps and I was hesitant to think about how many stitches I needed. I must have been staring at my hand for longer than I thought because Shane was reaching into the alcove under the porch to fish out my pair of spare keys. "What's the point?" I asked glancing over at the empty frame that once held the window that overlooked the front garden. He sighed, "I promise I will replace that as soon as we sort you out." I kind of felt a bit hurt. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Seriously, you didn't notice that you're wearing ripped clothes, no shoes and you're covered in bits of your window?" My hands had become painful again and all I wanted was to go to hospital to get myself patched up. I'd never been to hospital before, I imagined it like a bit white school with no people. Although my mother had refused to take me even when I had a terrible fever because she was scared. They must all see me as a monster, even Shane didn't want to look at me when I was fading. I'm quite glad of the fact I'm invisible most of the time, even when I'm not completely gone. I apologize every waking moment for everything but people barely seem to notice. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder steering me through the front door and round patches of glass. It was beginning to become one of his habits. Always keeping a hand on my shoulder like it would keep me there. Security. The kitchen was the only room downstairs that wasn't trashed. I slumped into a bar stool and raised my hands onto the table studying how deep each of the cuts went. Counting out how many could be taken out with tweezers. Shane started rummaging in the cupboard and pulled out a first aid kit. "Lets get you patched up."

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