"And I could feel my mind slipping away from you and needing, craving to kill because that was all I had left. Your memories and the bracelet wasn't enough. Nothing was enough...So I threw myself into the ocean in hopes to get to the bottom. At tha...
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Henri-Léopold Lévy, The Young Woman and Death, 1900.
"And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I felt a strange longing."
-Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace
"Please m-move." Amber penetrates through her.
"You hurt him..." She whispers softly," And you killed Anthony."
Remembering Anthony's face makes her tremble more as they stare at one another. Jacob tilts his head with his signature deadpan face. Veronica can't tell if he's faking or genuinely seems to not remember what he did. It makes her afraid to find out if he's done something like this in the past.
Jacob leans into Veronica closer with his knee positioned in between her legs comfortably. She can count the freckles skipping around his cheeks.
"No."
"I saw his head get bashed in...w-we all did."
Jacob hums quietly and watches him smirk. Is he joking?
"He's not dead but he should be. "
"That's not possible," her gaze flickers from his face to the bathroom door," There was b-blood everywhere. His face was fucking s-smashed- "
Her head snaps back by the force of his rough fingers encompassing her chin before titling her head up towards him. Veronica can't look away from his pink lips.
"Are you scared of me?" Jacob asks after a low chuckle.
Abruptly, as with all their encounters, a faculty member Veronica recognizes as the lunch lady comes in interrupting them.
"What the hell? You're not supposed to be in here!" She yells directly at Jacob, becoming suspicious as to why him and Veronica were so close to each other. Veronica slips through his hold walks towards the door. She feels Jacob's brush his hand against her wrist.
"Sorry about that," She mutters before leaving the bathroom while Jacob compresses the sink.
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"Seen you from afar.
Wondered who you are."
She followed him from a distance, skipping while she played with the object in her hands. The nerves that wracked her body felt familiar and much more intense, as if her body couldn't handle it. However, these nerves made her giddy with excitement. She was confident about something, and it had something to do with her target ahead.
The back of his head was the only thing she could see. The wind playing with his chestnut hair as he walked without fear. He always walked with a sureness, a strong but silent confidence unlike the other kids his age. He moved with absolute direction, never distracted. He didn't even stop when an old lady needed help crossing the street! He just kept going.
