POV: Demian
"So... you don't remember what happened to Liz, Sofia, Fabiola, or even Estela?"
I froze. My throat tightened. "H-Ho... How do you know that?"
With a sickening calmness, Rose tossed something into my lap. It was my diary.
She stood across from me now, near the piano, a cigar dangling from her right hand. The smoke curled up, thick and acrid in the quiet room. Her eyes locked onto mine, a twisted smile creeping onto her lips.
"I'll admit," she said, her voice dripping with something sharp, "you wrote a lot of pretty things about me."
Her words felt like a slap, so full of mockery and something darker. The warmth I once felt when she smiled at me was gone, replaced by an icy, calculating presence. She wasn't the woman I thought I knew anymore.
"Y-Yo... You found my diary? How?"
"It was easier than you think," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "The diary was in your car's glove compartment, so I just took it before coming into the house."
A cold smile curled on her lips. "But did you really think I wasn't going to find out? How silly you are."
"That's why I've been planning all of this from the start," she said, her voice feigning innocence, though it was laced with something dark. "Remember that day in the library?" she continued, her gaze never leaving mine. "Oh, I knew you'd be there. I've been watching you, Demian."
Her words hit me like a punch. The casual way she said it made it feel even more chilling. All this time, I thought I was in control. I thought I was the one pulling the strings. But now, here she was, revealing just how much she had known—and how long she'd been playing this game.
She walked slowly, pacing around the room, her heels clicking like a death march. "But let's start with Liz, shall we? You got obsessed with her, and you killed her with 15 gunshots. Then Sofia—she was pregnant, wasn't she? You stabbed her five times in her belly. Fabiola? You killed her by shocking her. And Estela —You made her crazy, Demian. And now... she's in a psychiatric asylum, drugged up on all sorts of medications, not even knowing who she is anymore. I visit her once." she continued. "But later, they told me she wasn't there anymore."
My heart was hammering in my chest, each word like a knife.
"And now it's your turn," Rose continued, her voice low and cold. "But before I kill you, let me tell you a story. A story that was created five years ago."
I felt the weight of everything crash down on me. It was too late.
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The Diary of Shadows
Short Story"Love is the most dangerous game. Behind every smile, a story waits to be told." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story that I made for a Inglish project please N O C O P Y R I G H T...
