A Thief

A THIEF WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE A THIEF

The sounds of many voices mingling with each other awakes Bloodstain from the first peaceful sleep she had in her entire life. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands and takes a few seconds to make her vision focus on the image of two humans in front of you, a male and a female.

"Ah, so finally the liar woke up," the female says and starts walking toward Bloodstain, but Cynthia stops her.

"Stop it, Carla," Cynthia's tired voice sounds firmly.

"You must have lost your mind, you old woman!"

"I told you, you should have left her at the old folks' home," the male says and rolls his eyes impatiently.

"What's happening? Who are they? Bloodstain questions herself as she hugs her knees against her chest and closes her eyes tightly. All the screaming hurts her sensitive ears.

"Get out of the way, Mom!" The young woman pushes the oldest out of the way, who falls on the bed.

With firm footsteps the woman approaches Bloodstain and brutally grabs he