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She took a long drag of her cigarette, filling her lungs with the cancerous smoke before exhaling it all out into the clean, open air. A frown tugged at my lips as I watched this, though I could not tear my eyes away. If my sister wanted to kill herself, slowly but surely, then I would spend all the time I could with her before her nasty habit took her away from me.
The cast is just a mark. A mark of what my own father had done to me. For six weeks I will be forced to wear this cast, this mark, and constantly be reminded that my father had done this to me. That he's now in prison awaiting charges while I'm being forced to move in with a stupid foster family that doesn't understand me. But hey, it's just a cast.
He wrapped the stem around my finger gently. I watched him, transfixed by the way his hands moved so carefully. Once it was wrapped tightly around my finger like a ring, he looked back up, his eyes meeting mine.
"I love you, June."
Crane? I have to write about a crane. Okay, well, I would have better luck if I didn't keep accidentally writing 'crance'. Well, what kind of crane? Like, a crane at a construction site? Or a crane like a bird thing? Oh, well. Chimey bell! Yay, no more crane writing! Peace, suckas!
Given the opportunity, I was sure he could kill me. I was, after all, at his mercy. Though as we stood there, him pressing a knife against my throat, I had a strange sense of calm. It was as if we were not standing precariously on a rooftop, having just finished a deathly battle, still trying to kill each other. No, I felt as safe and calm as I would if I were sitting with him in a diner somewhere, talking about the weather.
I braided her hair as we sat on the porch, waiting for our dad to come home. The gentle breeze brought the sweet scent of dinner to my nose, and I could not wait to sit down and eat with my family for the last time. College was coming up soon, and I was going to enjoy every last second I had with my family before I had to leave.
I honestly did not know what to do. I was stuck in the place of no return, caught in my own lies. My mind raced with different thoughts, looking for the correct thing to say to get me out of the situation with my lies still intact, but there was none. So, I decided with a sigh, I guess it was time to be honest.
I did not know what to do. One moment I absolutely hated him, and the next I felt like I liked him. Nothing had changed. It was just, when he helped me up and our hands touched, I wasn't able to think clearly. I wanted to stay there, with our hands intertwined. I don't know if it's just a crush...or maybe more.
Is this love, or lust? I thought, pausing in my actions. I looked down at Ivory, withering beneath me.
Love. Definitely love.