17. I need space

Oceane's Pov

“What’s going on? Why’s she bleeding so much?”

“No.”

“There’s so much blood!”

“No.”

“There’s so much blood!”

“No.”

“La mère, please stay with me. Don’t give up. . .please.”

“Ah!” I scream, my fingers clawing at my skin, the burning hot water cascading down my body as I roughly scrub my body.

I’ve always hated the sight of blood. I always have been repulsed by the sight of it and my disgust towards the sanguine liquid began on the day my mother passed.

She bled out a lot and I was there to help her, to clean her up, but the blood wasn’t stopping. And by the time she finally surrendered herself to the cold hands of death, I was already a bloody mess.

And that day, I couldn’t stop myself from throwing up until my system was completely empty.

Tonight, those memories of years ago made itself known to me. Again. The woman’s cold body, her pool of blood, and the man who pulled the trigger.

Angioletto.

I’ve considered Angioletto a man who is so mentally deranged he somehow delu