His mother rushed into the room, pulling the knife away from him and turning to glare at him. He prepared to slam it down with all his strength. He was in the kitchen, a knife poised over where his pinky connected to his hand, eyes closed. Keefe did everything he could to get rid of it he tried cutting it, but it was non-corporeal, he tried washing it away, he tried burning it, but nothing worked.įinally, like any reasonable child, he decided that the only thing he could do was cut off his finger. He was just imagining the string, it didn't exist. So he sat down on his bed, tucking his knees to his chest, and tried to focus on breathing.
And it didn't seem like anyone else could see it. He didn't know what it meant-was he imagining it? Mother had always reprimanded his overactive imagination. It wrapped around his pinky and extended off into the distance, far beyond his sight. He was panicked, thinking that he had somehow cut his finger, but then realized. The first time Keefe saw it, he thought it was blood. anyways, red string of fate, anyone? this one is pretty short, 1.5k if you want to be added or removed!)
Let's be real the only thing i write is kam.
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