kuyerjudd
I didn't know what I felt then. It had come true. The old lady's prediction. I felt the bottle of water slip through my fingers, and it hit the ground with a resonant thud. My knees buckled as the bus with the travel agency ad whooshed in.
Everything went black.
A smile is often the best costume. It is. Better than a mask. Better than a pair of glasses. It conceals who I truly am. It hides me from the world. All the scars, all the bruises, all the pain. Yes, a smile is the best costume anyone can wear. A smile. Trick or treat!
I lay my hand on its hard surface. He looked at me. He put his hand in my hand. I clutched it tight. I kissed him for a long time on the table, and after just a minute, found myself on it; him on top.
It was a beast that tugged at my leg then. I saw nothing but water. Blind, I. I writhed and writhed. Tried to swim. Tried to escape. But it was too late. I'd lost my leg. I felt no pain. I felt nothing.
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