Chapter 9: Cry, Baby, Cry
Chapter Nine
Oliver West
The warm shower felt amazing on my skin. Today was Saturday, and I was in no hurry to step out of the soothing temperature. After about thirty minutes, I stepped out. As I stretched my hand for a towel, my gaze caught my reflection in the mirror.
As always, it was focused on the scarred skin beneath my left shoulder. It would forever be a reminder of that painful incident I could never forget.
A lone sigh escaped my mouth as I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the bathroom.
My gaze narrowed at the sight before me almost instantly.
"What are you doing!" My tone was sharp as I glared at my kid sister, mainly at the box in her hands.
That box contained my most precious things.
Pumpkin shot me an innocent look and shrugged lightly as if she had done nothing wrong.
"Well, mom said to search for old things and throw them away, so I thought I should help my beloved big brother. . . "
"PUT THAT DOWN!" I yelled, jumping forward in nothing but a towel. "Those are not trash! They’re memories!"
"Oh really?" She held up a crumpled drawing of what looked like a stick figure with huge eyes. "Because this masterpiece from third grade says otherwise. Is this supposed to be a person or an alien?"