" 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞"
❥ Avelina Blakely
A girl who have lost her mother and a father that have leave her. She got a offer to stay with her mother bestfriend's Family. But somethi...
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It was Colin. It was Colin who had took picture of me when I was asleep and it was probably him who sent me the picture of me half naked on the phone. It was his comment that gave it away that it was him that took the picture of me and lay it in my book. I felt a mixture of horror and fear. I was frightened and uncomfortable. I hadn't realized since he left that it had burned in my eyes and that tears had filled in my eyes and made my vision blur. I let the tears run down my cheeks without me making a sound. It was just a horrible feeling. I don't know how to describe that feeling. How had he even got in when I had locked the door? I needed to find out so I could prevent it. One thing is clear, we are not friends and will never be. So I will skip the thing to look after him in a kind way which my mother may want me to.
The picture that I found in my book seemed to be the same as the picture I got on my phone, the photo that disappeared like I hadn't even gotten it. It must be real and be him because how could I then see a similar picture later? The angle, the same quality, and how I slept and lay in the bed were the same. It can't be a coincidence that I saw two similar pictures and one of them wasn't true. It can't be a coincidence that the two pictures looked nearly the same. It can't be a coincidence that it's different people who took it because then, how many people had been in the house? It must be so that Colin was the one that sent the picture to my phone so I couldn't have imagined it, right? He was the one that took the picture of me that lay on the book and the picture on my phone looked alike. Both pictures need to come from the same person. It isn't impossible that he come in because he lives in the same house and lived here much longer so maybe he knew how to get into someone's room. Like secret entries. But I can't help to wonder how the messenger then wasn't there if it was so I didn't imagine it. It must have been real but I needed to be sure to prove to myself that I hadn't imagined the photo on my phone and the picture in my book. So I needed to find it. If it was him he need to have it somewhere and the most likely place is in his room where he always is. But I couldn't do it when he was home because then I could be caught. All I needed to do was wait until when he was out of the house, even if it scared me.
The days went by and I tried to be away as much as I could by being with Adam. I think I started going insane in there. Colin's odd behavior. It had gone two days since the event. I may be pretending I wasn't afraid around him, but I was. I was always jumping and tensed. I was always uncomfortable. I was always scared. I wanted to scream all the time and cry but I couldn't. I was afraid of showing my feelings because I think he feeds on other people's misery and fear. I was always on my watch. I always got goosebumps around him. Sometimes I was shaking and had hard to stand and breathing. I was waiting for something was going to happen and it scared me. He liked mind games, I don't understand why. Why is he acting like he does and wants people to be uncomfortable?
One night I had a horrible dream that felt real. I was walking in the dark on the night alone in the house corridor. I was hearing sounds so I went there. It all felt so real. I passed a mirror that was old, like the rest of the house. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair and see how I looked. It was me in comfy clothes. I was closing my eyes for a second, when I opened them again I saw Colin in the mirror looking directly at me through the mirror. I turned around towards him in fear and quick. The next second he was smirking evilly and without me reacting he took a hold of me and smashed my forward head on the mirror by turning me around. I could see that the mirror was shattered although my head was hurting. I opened my eyes in panic and I quickly looked around me to see where I was, at the same time my heart was beating fast. I was in my room, not in the corridor. I had a nightmare, although it felt so real. My head was hurting and I took my hand where it hurt most. When I did, I felt something there so I went up to the mirror in my room. In the mirror, I saw myself and on my forehead was blood, on the same spot where in the dream he had pushed me against the mirror. How it's that even possible? It was a dream, wasn't it? The nightmare felt real, was it?
