A Little White Thing

"Well, you'll have to wash up if you want to meet your family." Alia said with a smile.

I was only half reassured to hear this.

Indeed, one only had to look at her to notice that it was not a natural smile, but a forced one. I don't know if she's forcing herself to smile because she's afraid I'll lose control and take it out on her, or if she's just smiling to show me that she's not expecting it.

Either way, what's done is done, unfortunately.

I really don't understand what came over me. At first it was just a bluff, but when I got close to his neck with my knife. A kind of white screen was put in front of my eyes, letting me see everything, I could hear everything, even the smells were coming to me, and it was only when Alia called me that I could regain control of my body.

"Yes, you are right. Let's go back to the coach so I can change."

As I said this, another thought occurred to me.