If The Moon Can Be Counted As A Star

She looked at the ceiling not for at least a minute, "Why is my life like this?" Then she decided to plan on dragging her injured foot towards her room. But primarily, she has to make sure that her mother was not there to see her do it.

Her mothers attention was fixed at the remaining chores and yet Misses Zhi talk, "We did not had dinner also, would you like to eat on the floor? I can accompany you of you want me to." Misses Zhi said while she pulled a chair to sit on.

But as her mother was talking, she heard a distant noise outside; her ears were too attenuated to detect sounds properly. She was not even sure if that was a person or a animal.

"Is there something wrong dear?" Her mother asked. She frowned, "No."

"Well alright, I will take out the last remaining trash bag. I was planning to take it out later like maybe an hour long but since you are not sure if you want to eat dinner, I will just send them out. Also, do you still need that shoe?"

She glimpsed at the shoe, "I do not need it anymore." She said and that was her final decision for the decaying shoes.

"Fine. It is not a problem for me at all. Then I will go take them out now." Misses Zhi stood up from her sit to go take out the other trash.

"Sure." Xiao Mei Zhi said. Challenge inside her rippled through her will like water, her weight felt lighter even if her type of position was hard.

When her mother walk straight out from the house. She initiated her plan, she dragged her feet while her forearm move forward. It took her only 10 minutes to reach the room.

As Xiao Mei Zhi got near to her bed, she grab a part of her bed sheet before preparing to take a move in pulling herself up.

However, from across their house there was a man standing still on the dimmed freeway with his dark red eyes glowing. He snarled, "Xiao Mei Zhi. I will kill you." He turned away, with blood dripping down on his hands. And deliberately disappeared into the thin air from the shades.

When she eventually got her body on the bed, her plan to prove that she does not need any support from the crutches succeeded.

But she paused. . . as her heart surge up, gazing over the man across their house.

Now, she could no longer think right. There were shadows gathering before the loneman vanished. Her fingers clenched the sheets so tightly that her knuckles nearly snapped out of the room. Over the time, she had learned a lot of more strange occurrence. It was a struggle and she knew it will shatter her at any moment.

She can not tell her mother what she saw. Her mother will definitely tell her that she was crazy.

She turned around and saw her mother looking at her while holding the crutches, "Would you mind telling me what is wrong with you? You are looking pale, has your fever gone back?"