𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (Ash Trilogy #3) ✔️

34

My perception of reality is once again questioned. 

As I sit here, see her, and hear her voice come through the phone - I can no longer tell what's real and what's fake anymore. I feel as if I may be hallucinating once again. 

"Luc?" she repeats my name quietly when I just stare at her in shock. 

Once again, it's her sweet voice. I have it memorized, it couldn't possibly belong to anybody else. Yet I still question if what I'm seeing is really there.

But then I see something. A necklace shines inside her hoodie. Immediately, I recognize it as the one I gave her. I can't take my eyes off her. 

"You're alive?" I whisper. I move my hand to try and touch her, but the glass prevents it. 

She brings the phone closer to her mouth and begins to whisper more quietly. 

"You need to keep your voice down, they think I'm dead," this time when she whispers, I hear the fear in her voice. She's scared. I don't know what of, but I'll protect her from whatever it is.

She's alive. She's alive and right in front of me. I knew she wasn't dead, she couldn't be. I never would've hurt her. 

"What happened?" I question quietly, my expression confused. "That night, what the fuck happened?" 

I can tell that even just thinking about that night makes her afraid. She gulps and looks away for a moment, and I can see that whatever I can't remember is something traumatic for her. 

I sit on the coffee table, and I look at her. I hate the way she's looking at me. After everything we've been through together, she should know I wouldn't do anything that would hurt her. Killing Marcel was never to hurt her. 

"I know you don't understand, Snow-"

She cuts me off, "You're right, I don't. You killed him, Luc!"

Yes I killed him. Yes I watched as he died and I don't feel bad about it, not even close.

The tension in the room is heavy. I won't let her leave here, she'll leave me if I do. And I won't let that happen. She got over the thing with her parents, maybe she could get over this, too. 

"Do you trust me, Snow?" I ask her. It's a heavy question. A loaded one. She's unable to respond right away, so we sit in silence for a moment. "Do you?"

Although she's pissed at me, although she's looking at me like I'm awful, I still think she trusts me. She'd be screaming and breaking things and hitting me if she didn't.

"I...." she starts, but trails off. She sits there and thinks.

I let her. I sit in front of her and wait for a response.

Right when she's about to respond, she looks past me. Her expression suddenly becomes confused. Her eyebrows pull together and her mouth opens to say something. But before she can, something sharp enters my neck, which immediately makes it sore. 

Having the memory back, whatever just got injected into my neck feels so similar to the things Dr. Levigne injects into me. It was like a mix between the two she would use. I fall onto the floor, paralyzed on my back while my blood felt like it was burning.

"Luc!" Snow shouts, her voice raspy from worry. 

As I look up at the ceiling, I can't see who does it, but I hear the sound of flesh ripping. Snow gasps. She makes choking noises. I know that she was just stabbed and the anger inside of me burns more than whatever I was injected with.