I gasped as I found myself back in the hallway as it had been before. The same fucking guards around each corner. The same fucking smell of human waste and cigarette butts.
That had been the third cryptic vision today. I wasn't too smart, but I do know when something is not right. And there was definately something wrong with the vision that had just overcame me.
All the others had been about the murder of my father only and even about the robberies and other felonies I was known for back in Cheshire. But never had my own sister been connected to any of them. The thought of my sister murdering me rocked me.
She was a kind, gentle person and a straight A student. She never got into trouble and she never did anything out of the ordinary.
My own sister, Gemma, being capable of murder? I couldn't fathom the slightest idea.
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Harry Styles.
A name so spine-tinglingly terrifying,
that a room can fall completely silent just by saying it.
Nobody really knew him.
The moment you think you do,
Something completely shatters everything you thought he was.
Harry Styles,
The man known for grusomely murdering his father,
And is proud to say he did so,
But murders hundreds of women,
And can't remember a thing.
A man that can hold a man at gunpoint,
And laugh right in his face.
But have eyewitness testimony from over 20 people saying he had killed his mother. To have it caught on camera,
But is rocked to tears as if finding out for the first time.
The same man.
Harry Styles:
My first successful project.
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Trapped
Ficción Generalpsy·chot·ic sīˈkädik/ adjective 1. of, denoting, or suffering from a psychosis. "a psychotic disturbance" --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Lose your mind a little."
