I continue scratching the wall in a failed attempt to remove the stuck parts of the wallpaper. I can see something is written underneath it. It might be the key to get me out of here.
My fingernails are bloody from how hard I have been scratching.
My face is pressed against the wall as I continue my weak attempt of trying to peel of the wallpaper. My fingernails continue to bleed, but I do not think I feel anything other than confusion.
"Come off. Come off. Come off," I have been repeating.
"Scratch, scratch, scratch." I whisper.
"Please, please, please," I am pleading but I do not know for what or to whom or why.
I am just so confused...
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Consequences
Misteri / ThrillerLife is nothing but a series of consequences. And for our protagonist, it might be deadly.
