"Nobody believed you, not even your own mother," she taunted relentlessly as another laughter left her lips, her words were like sharp daggers piercing through my chest.
"That's fine. At least I believe in my own art capabilities and I don't have to resort to doing such things to try and win," I snapped back in response and saw the way her face contorted into an angry expression within the next second.
"You bitch!" She yelled as the smug look that was once plastered across her face was replaced by an angry expression. She narrowed her eyes into thin slits and raised her hand, wanting to slap me across my face.
But I quickly caught her wrist in my hand and my blood was smeared against her skin as I grabbed her with my injured hand without thinking too much. I was too consumed by the anger to even think about the pain that was coursing through my body from the way I pressed onto the wound.
