Who I am to wonder?
Anna sits tightly on the back seat, almost in hysterics as we drives away from the scene. Two mutilated bodies, one even in a brink of turning into crisp, and the cause? It’s unknown.
We are just on our casual drive, our house lay miles away, and I just fetched her from the University after mine was cancel due to the bombs scare of some student. Well, I believe it is the students, who have sent the messages to the dean in order for him to cancel whatever business we might have been doing inside the campus.
“Shut it, Anna.” That made her sobs more, and wept.
I would have ignored her cries, if it were not for the casual throbs on my forehead. A migraine, how unfortunate.
Thump. Thump. It’s getting worst, but I can’t just pulled over, and grab my meds, not until I
