The Lines Between Us | ✔

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September 20th, 12:01 pm,

Ash

Blood pours out of Liam's body, soaking his white shirt into a horrific crimson. I shake as I hover over his weeping skeleton. He looks ghastly. Massive purple eye bags sit puffy under his gray eyes; a huge gash slices through his face. When Bella described it to me, this was the last thing I pictured. It looks infected, turned blue like mold. Though it isn't like he can go to the doctor for help, is it? ''Did you do this to yourself?'' I spit, latching my hands onto his red-stained shirt. Liquid foams in his mouth, spewing out a sickly flame. ''ANSWER ME!'' I shout wildly. He restrains, spitting the blood from his mouth and onto my skin. Swiping it away in a swift gesture, I turn back to punch him in the face, worsening the situation.

She told me not to do this. Now I am too far in to not.

I want to kill him.

A laugh boils from within him. ''Of course I did it to myself. She wasn't going to believe me without evidence.'' He sputters more blood from his mouth, lifting his hands up to remove the blood from his nose. All I can see is red. Everywhere. It is like it is raining down on me. A basement of sins. And I am one.

''And the first time? When you took Bella to Pups, you said that I beat you up. Did you?'' I demand, awaiting the answer.

He wipes his nose for a second time. ''Obviously.'' He secures his other hand tightly to his stomach, attempting to stop the blood from escaping. ''I had to get her to believe me somehow,'' He continues with a smirk on his face.

''You sick fuck. . . You are actually so sick,'' I breathe. I am actually concerned about his mental issues. I have known him for nearly half my life, and he never once acted like this. It shows what fear does to a man. ''How?-'' I cough, clearing my throat. ''-How did you do it?''

''If you must know, the first time, I got Mel to-''

''-NO. I don't want to fucking know that,'' Josh exclaims, stopping him from going any further. I mentally thank him, I didn't really want to know myself.

''What did you give to Bella?'' I already know what he gave to her, but I want to hear it come from his mouth. Josh retreats to my side, folding his arms against his chest. Liam doesn't reply after a minute, so I start up the threats again. ''You are going to bleed out very soon. Maybe if you answer my questions, I will take you to the hospital.'' I won't and he knows it.

''I would rather die.''

Sweet.

''Well then, you are going to die anyway, so you should just answer my questions.'' I crouch my body down, so I am face to face with his limp body.

''That wouldn't be much fun though, would it?'' He laughs, demonically.

I pause. ''What did you do to her?'' This time, I point the gun at his head.

''You're going to kill me with my own gun?'' His voice rings through the room like a siren. A devil. I don't know how he managed to afford a place like this. Why would anyone want to help him?

''That's the plan,'' I smile, returning the favor. ''I mean. We are already halfway there,'' I nod at his pre-existing wound.  ''Now, for the last time. . . What did you do to Bella?'' My temper rises, and he notices with a wince.

''Necro.''

''Is that the reason she can't remember anything?'' My spare hand curls into a fist.

''Yes. It actually worked, too,'' He boasts, the sinister smile never leaving his skin. He makes it out as though it shouldn't have worked.

''Why did it alter the memories? Why does she think it was me?'' I am serious about this. I need a cure.