Keera

A pair of black metallic scissors was entangled by two pink strands and dangled amid the flickering candle light. Eva pulled her fine hair, strand by strand, until she connected everything that could cause harm. After decorating the room carefully, Eva blew out the candle and crept back to the corner of the room quietly. In the darkness, she hugged her knees with her delicate arms. Draped on her thin back was an oversized worn robe. She let the rough wall cut bloody lines on her back. The pain comforted Eva at this very moment. In this dark cellar, only pain could remind her that she ...