Lost Brother
E/O Drabble challenge, word: withraw.
Summary: Second life, second chance. And so many choices to make...
"Thank you" he said, blue eyes lingering on a drop of blood before he smiled at the middle-aged woman. "You're doing society a great favor."
"My pleasure" she replied, not sure why the Red-Cross-guy gave her the shivers but eager to make room for the next in line.
"Thank God for blood donors", he thought, stifling a chuckle at the irony. Withdrawal still was a bitch, and he needed all his willpower not to rip the softly pulsating carotid out of these willing lambs, but he remembered purgatory vividly enough.
And the one who'd carried him to salvation.
Lost brother.
A/N to Enkidu: I really loved the way your students extended the presentation and yes, I remember all kinds of ups and downs in my self-esteem during adolescence (and way beyond that :-) So the exercise with the mirror is much harder than it sounds, especially if you go deeper than just judging the surface.
I had a little conversation with my mirror and though some things will be kept between the two of us, we agreed about a thing or two we liked, one of which are my green eyes, not only because they remind me of someone special (who's eyelashes are SO much more enchanting than mine), but also because they are a bit of a miracle to me. When I was young I had grey eyes but I always wanted green ones, and don't ask me how but during adolescence not only my hair changed from spaghetti-straight to slightly curled, my eyes changed from grey to green. I even had a very short period in my life where freckles would show on my face (I LOVE freckles), but they vanished. Anyway, I'm willing to give the mirror-smalltalk a try, maybe there's more likeable to find...