Eliza was taking so long to open the door, giving the guilt time to build up inside my already jittery stomach. I knew she wasn't stupid, so she'd probably already figured out that I'd told. I swallowed hard when I heard the chain lock being removed. Here goes nothing, I thought, gripping my hands into tight fists. I was truly afraid.
She pulled the door open, her left hand equipt with a fire poker that was probably on it's way to my stomach before she saw my face. The blood pouring from my mouth was not a pretty sight, I knew, but I didn't try to hide it. Now was not the time to be my usual shy self. It was time to be up front and serious. I sighed and pushed past her into the warmth.
"You didn't..." She whispeared, hardly audible. I took a deep breath and nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. Before she could say anything else, I lifted my shirt up to show her my slashed up stomach and then my sleeves to show her my arms.
"You can't take a little pain Anandie! You were suppossed to hold everything back! What are we going to do now, hunh? Tell me that!" I started to cry harder. Just then, there was another knock at the door. We both stopped dead.
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