Chapter .5.

Hard stone presses against my back as I lean into the wall. Letting my head fall to take in the fresh wounds upon my right hand. I look up when the door is pushed open. "Mom," I murmur. Her eyes widen at the scene, darting to take it all in. The hair. The hand. The broken glass. "Soraya, oh..." I smile up at her. "I slipped." Her face twists at the lie. She probably could already see through it. "And, did the fall cause you to lose all your hair?" I blinked innocently up at her, "it was just getting heavy." She sighs and shakes her head, her eyes still lingering on the fresh red. I quickly hide the ragged skin from her sight, noting now that she matched me. Her hands were also red. I knew what those hands on her meant. When mom painted with red, you didn't disturb her. She fell awa