FIRE CRACKER
I fell to the ground. My hands gripped the ground, I had finally remembered. I had finally remembered where I had seen that Tattoo, that scorpion tattoo. That tattoo had been painfully familiar for so many years.
Alice.
Alice had that same tattoo.
It was right behind her neck, and when I had dragged her hair earlier, the outline was there, she had only recently had a removed but the outline was there. It was right there, the shape of a scorpion, which I had seen a few times as a child too.
Bab Populer