MADNESS
He was on the couch while I kneeled in front of him and was holding his wrist.
It was horrible.
I was so scared. So scared of him, so scared of his amber eyes, so much scared of his anger and now terrified by his madness. He is literally crazy!
My eyes were on his hand while I was feeling his intense gaze on me. Shaking my head and making my trembling body still, I tried to get up and find the first aid kit but he held my wrist from his bleeding hand and stopped me.
I felt a slight prick in my hand, maybe because of those tiny pieces buried in his hand, but as soon as I looked into his eyes, I forgot my pain.