𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂| 18+

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

Nothing had ever made me sadder than imagining myself never seeing him again. Only now it wasn't in my imagination. I never was going to see him again.

Lorenzo Romano.
The man who I spent my days with growing up.The man who I thought I could rely on.The only man I ever use to trust in my life.

But the day that he left me was the day that I died.

I hadn't seen him in over 8 years, ever since the 'attack'. I don't know why I felt so rejected when he decided to stay with them. Maybe it's because I actually let him in and trusted him. I should've known better anyway, he's a man.

I stood outside the gates of the old cemetery of where his body was being buried. I think the fact that no one was even surrounding, mourning his death, was actually sadder than him being gone. Other than myself being here of course.

He truly did have no one.

I blew out the last intoxicating smoke out of my lungs and dropped the half burned-out cigarette onto the ground and smudged it with my black heel, stopping the remaining light.

'You ready to go?' Asked my friend Samantha.

I'd met her the same time I'd met Lorenzo, at the academy. Being in such a haunting place was hard but not being alone made it easier. It hurts to think back to them times, all the haunting memories that flash my mind throughout the days and late nights. Even years later I still wake up in the middle of the night screaming, gasping for air.

Nodding and putting back on my tinted shades, I made my way back to my old, white mustang. Getting into the drivers seat and turning on the radio, I made my way back to my house before it got to dark.

Being a mistress on the side
It might not appeal to fools like you
Creepin' around on the side
Would not be something you would do
But you haven't seen my man
You haven't seen my man
You haven't seen my man
You haven't seen him
He's got the fire
And he walks with flames
He's got the fire
And he talks with flames

I'd just dropped Samantha back at her house and then I had gotten home. As soon as I was back I just got a quick shower and went straight to bed, trying to cancel out the thoughts running through my mind.

I kept on waking up throughout the night from the wild storm outside and decided just to go downstairs and get a drink and some sleeping pills.

Rubbing my eyes while making my way down the stairs, I stopped in my tracks from the sudden sound of a window being smashed.

'Shit-'

I quickly ran down heading for the window expecting a branch to have gone through the window or something but when I looked at the smashed window nothing had gone through. I look outside the window and realised that it wasn't caused by something but more someone.

Cautiously, my eyes scan the room looking for any sort of jump scare. Maybe it was like a bird and it went through my window?

My thoughts changed when I heard the sound of a vase smashes to the ground spilling the flowers and water inside.

'What! I loved that vase.' I say out loud but then also remember someone is in my bloody house.

My eyes scan the dark hallways but no one is to be seen. Creeping around, I head to my kitchen grabbing a sharp knife and search my house.

'Who is it?' I ask in a taunting slow voice, trying to put on a brave tone. Acting brave and crazy as hell is always the best option within these sort of situations but right now I was very sleep deprived and wanted to get this shit over and done with.

I jolt in suprise when I'm attacked from behind, my neck forced and gripped buy a large, veiny hand.

A Man.

I use my knife and cut the mans front part of the hand, not a very deep cut but just something that will leave a mark. I then throw my head back as hard as I can, hitting the man behind me in the face, and trying to escape but failing.

It looked as though he didn't even flinch or care about the cut on his hand and was only affected by the head clash. His hands were choking me and bringing me closer into his hard and muscular chest. I tried arching my back to see who was trying to hurt me, but all I could see was a man with a black mask over his face.

His dark blue eyes stared into my brown eyes. It was so unusual, because it felt like I was familiar with them eyes. His pupils began to dilate and his grip only tightened the longer I looked at him. It was weird, I felt so distracted and attracted to the person who was literally trying to murder me.

My breathing begins to deepen and quicken. Gasping for air I try pulling his large hand that was wrapped around my throat but it was no good. It would be easy for me to get out of this but it was like all energy had been drained out of my body and I could only bother looking into the strange mans eyes.

'Night, Night', was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

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