Cry's(POV)
I walked back home in the cold dark night. My thoughts were jumbled up now that I've seen Cheyennes dead body. This note...who could've written this note? "Cheyenne.." Tears started to form again but I quickly blinked them away.
I shouldn't cry again. It's not right for me to cry over someone who I couldn't keep. Although one thing does bother me. Why was she even here in the first place? She doesn't live or have business here whatsoever, so what the fuck was she doing here?
The lights were flickering from above. Must be broken, never knew the pier was so cheap. The thoughts kept coming. So many questions yet I can't seem to find and answer. The wind got colder from before. Now I wish I brought my phone with me.
Cry...
I flinched as I heard my name. Maybe it's just the wind. Right...yeah just the wind. That's what I kept telling myself as I kept hearing my name over and over again. I'm not losing my mind...right?
I jogged back home wanting to get out of this dark place and hope I'm not losing my sanity. Images of the color red flashed in my head. Red circles with a hint of a darkish purple. Red...eyes? A nasty bloody grin with a crooked mask. Almost like mine. Almost.
Cry....
His lips moved and out came my name. Is this the man who killed all those people? The one who..killed Cheyenne ? The floorboard creaked as footsteps started to approach me. They got heavier and louder as this figure came closer.
Next thing I know, a smile with blood was near me. The dark hair and bloodied clothing was and image that stayed in my head along with Cheyenne's dead body.
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What's behind that mask?
FanfictionCry has been living with his best friend Russ for years, although every once in a While he gets this strange feelings he's being watched from afar. This mysterious man comes into his life, leaving him with a bunch of questions of who HE really is. I...
