Chapter 8: Smashed It
"Have some more tea, dear," my gran says, smiling. Her room is so cluttered with trinkets and nick knacks, it's almost unbearable. Her carpets are a disgusting shade of vomit green and her curtains are a vibrant red. I guess they don't spoil her here.
"Have another cookie, darling."
I obey. These are her favorite type of cookies. Almond. Delicious. She smiles, sweet, sickly. She picks up the lavender teapot and shakily pours more "tea" into my cup. It's actually just boiling water because she forgot to put any tea bags in. I snicker. I'm the only one who visits her anymore, ever since Jason passed away and mum went missing. I look up at her. Her wispy hair is tied back into a loose bun, two sections of hair were left out and carefully crafted onto pleats. her face looks slightly wrinkled and her lips are painted a beautiful deep red, her eyes are blue. not any special kind of blue, just blue.
"I'll be back, dear," she says getting up, "I'll go find some more biscuits." I nod as my mouth's full of water. I swallow hard. The "tea" burns my throat so I scold myself for being so stupid. I decide to wander around her room. Gran has pictures covering her entire room. I feel a pain in my chest. Cold. I turn around and see the red curtain flapping in the wind. I gander over to close it. The wind whips my hair as i stretch up to pull the window close.
"Look out!" a voice screeches in the distance. I look down just as a rock flies to the window and hits me on the head.
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WitchHazel_707 So sorry that I haven't done any chapters for so long. I've been super busy with other things... ^^;
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