SHEN YICHEN
Splat! Splat! Splat!
My feet resounded as I walked out of the bathroom, water dripping from my wet body onto the cold tiled floor.
The cold air from the AC created a contrasting sensation against my sizzling skin, the sting from my knuckles pulling me out of numbness every now and then.
The first aid kit in my hand bounced as it connected with the mattress.
I didn't realize how long I had been standing by my nightstand, staring off into nothingness until the sound of my ringtone shattered the quiet. It felt like I was suddenly sucked out of a hollow abyss.
I blinked, stretching my arm to grab the noisy metallic device. I tilted it just enough to see the screen.
Mother (Feng)
Deep breath. Release.
I cleared my throat, testing my voice. "Ah, ah."
I answered.
"Mother."
