Bloodthirsty.

Bloody Desires.

It's been two years since I promised myself to stay away from those dark thoughts. Maybe I haven't delivered, but I'm doing my best. Unlike Liam, I don't have blood running through my bare hands, though it runs through my eyes. I have seen that insanity in his eyes that makes me wonder if I will ever lose it and start killing in cold blood.

"You should stop it, Liam." I have said one hundred times.

"I can't stop it." He has said another hundred times with glossy eyes. He looks so innocent. Little did I know, two years ago, that it was just a mask.

"You are becoming them..."

"They weren't monsters," He assures me every time.

 Am I starting to believe it? I know taking a life is wrong, but if it makes you feel alive, isn't it right? I should've left him behind, shouldn't I?

"Is that blood?" Hannah asked, cutting me off of my inside arguments, pointing at the red substance in my arm.

 "N-no, no." I stuttered nervously. "It is just paint."

"Where from? What were you doing?"

"I-I was helping Liam to paint his little brother's room." I assured her, seeking for a tissue in my purse.

 "Red? I thought that kid hated red."

"Yeah, we were just trying. That's why we left it blue."  I lied through my teeth every single time to her.

"Okay. You've been acting weird since you met Liam, you know?"

 "C'mon, Hannah. Don't be stupid."

 The truth was I did. I have been acting all weird since I've been with Liam. Hannah thinks I've just known him for 6 months, but I've known him for a very long time. There's a part of me that not even Hannah, my best brunette friend, knows.

 My head was spinning with every thougth that crept into my mind. There was a heavy feeling crushing my heart into pieces. A moral fight within my old self and the new me. I have become the accomplice of a murderer; I am becoming a murderer myself.

"So are you two dating or something?" She asked, interrupting again.

She caught us once, six months ago, talking at a dark corner. She swore we were hooking up, but I told her I was just lost. He told me to go with it and tell her we were friends, because he didn't want to hide anymore.

"No! I told you we are just friends."

"I've seen the way you look at him, though you have a boyfriend."

 "Dylan isn't my boyfriend."

 He was six months ago, when Liam didn't know about him. But now I was afraid something would happen to him.

"Why did you break up with him anyways? Was it because of Liam?"

"No, I just... it just wasn't the same..." I said in low voice. It was obvious I loved Dylan, but it isn't like loving Liam.

"Talking about Dylans..." She whispered in my ear, pointing at a blonde girl intertwined to a dark haired boy who once held me like I was the one. "Who is she?"

 "Dunno..." I pierced them with my look, in the distance.

 As they approached us, I tried to look fine and casual. I didn't want him to think I was jealous, because I know him. That's what he wants, jealousy.

 "Hannah," He sighed with a wide faked smile. "Sky..lar" He hesitated and instead of looking at me he looks at her.

 Damn it! It did hurt. Why should it if you were the one who said it was over? Because, it was for his sake and mine.