I sat there dumbfounded while Charlotte calmly got up and walked over to her sink to wash off the blood from her arms. I looked at some of the ripped sketches, many of them were the ones of me, “Did you rip these up?”
“Eh, some my dad ripped up, others I did. They’re all mixed up now so I don’t know who ripped what.”
“But…why?”
“Because they’re not worth anything,” she said this with no emotion and walked into her bathroom, coming out a few minutes later with bandages.
I shook my head, “I saw your father.”
“Oh did you? Did you say hello?” Sarcasm was rippling through her voice, “Damnit I can’t get these bandages on,” I saw her struggling getting her left arm bandaged up, since she was a lefty. I rolled my eyes, “Here, I’ll help,”and I took the bandages and Neosporin from her.
As I began touching her arm I felt her tense up at first, but as I continued bandaging her, gently, she loosened up.
When they last one was put on I looked up and her and gave a slight smile while she stared at me, dead serious.
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