Chapter 17 SUPER NOVA

• I know this car, I remember the smell of blood lingering as he was rushing me to the hospital. I look at his hand, all fixed up but the butterfly tattoo shuttered, as the bullet ripped right through it.
• I gaze at him with the corner of my eye, trying to read his body language. Stiff, looking straight at the road. Am I invisible to him?
• I’m pissed, confused, mixed feelings all inside me, entangled into the bottomless pit of my heart. I grab my head, feeling a migraine kicking in.