Chapter 8

«Tic, tac»

«Tic, tac»

As usual, the clock was the only noise you could hear. It was a very soft sound and so it was hard to notice.

I looked up to the clock.

“7:14am”

“What an early morning.” - I thought.

I looked over to my desk.

My uniform, my backpack, my keys. Everything was in place.

It was as I had never left in first place.

“Maybe I never left the house.” - A stray thought flashed into my head.

“Pffft, as if.” - I couldn’t stop that small laugh.

Even so, it would be bad if I stayed in pajamas. One must always do things properly.

-

I unbuttoned my shirt in an automatic motion while I was still paying attention to my empty mind. One piece of cloth less.

I looked down to my own chest.

"?!"

I thought I should take a better look so I ran to the big mirror in the corner of the room.

…

“As I thought…”

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The mirror reflected an average short-haired girl with freckles. Her face looked pale and exhausted.

On her bare chest, you could see a very big surgical scar. It clumsily went from her left clavicle to the bottom of her ribs, passing by her sternum.

The girl let out a sad chuckle.

“No wonder Mom was nice to me.”