More Skeletons To Come

**ANTONY SANTOS**. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

She asked after moments of silence reigned between us, neither bothering to utter a word. There weren't much seating positions in the gun range, so we merely relaxed our back over the wall, giving the other breathing space.

Something I hadn't realised I needed, but I did.

"Like what?"

I moved my shoulders, carefully flipping my front hair backwards and moving my eyes away which were raking her body with suspicion.

"Like I'm damaged goods. You're looking at me as though I'm damaged goods. It's what's going around and I can't seem to wrap my head around the look. It's getting annoying. Stop looking at me like that "

She snapped, standing straight.

"I'm not looking at you like you're damaged goods. I would never think that, that's just being insensitive and anyone who is doing such hasn't the slightest clue of what you've been through nor has the right to judge