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4📚|RNK

My feet carried me through the halls of Rochester university, I had stacks of books in my hand and sweat running down my face.

I was early for my class but had a shit ton of assignments to turn in to other lecturers, not to mention, I was stressed because information about the murder I had witness that night finally came out.

RNK- Rochester Night Killer. That's what they're calling him, he's over six feet tall, with a strong build and has a rose tattoo on his neck.

Those few words has taken a toll on me, he knows that I was the one who gave the police that information because I am the only one who has gotten a close up of him, not to mention I made it out alive. So far, only Cillian, Alaina and a few of the board know about my incident or I'd be a very popular student by now and not in a good way.

The man from that night, who's neck I watched got slashed was non other than Dean Winchester, a fifty six year child trafficker that the police had been looking for, for over ten years. Now brutally murdered by RNK.

How pathetic, yet my stomach still twisted with regret that it was me that had witness the brutality of his death. I am relieved that all his victims got justice but what if the killer suddenly changes his mind and I become his first reckless kill because I have such miniscule information about him.

I've lost over four pounds because food refuses to stay down, I've also withdrawn from the people I care about and drowned myself in work, it's been putting a strain on my relationships but I must admit I have been truthfully bus, or so I tell myself. Part of that is because of professor Norman, ever since I've declined his tutoring offer, he's been speed running through the topics and giving us; me especially some awful-very hard assignments.

I haven't even gotten the time to study the terms I was having trouble with and he has already put them on a test, a week early might I add and gave me a C-. I was so pissed and found myself almost at his desk to tell him off but today is my last straw, I have three assignments just from him alone and only two complete because I don't understand shit in the next one.

I was going to confront him and tell him that I am dropping his class. As if

I must look like a mad woman walking through the hall with the speed of Sonic himself, brushing pass students like a breeze and even bumping into some.

I was just about to enter his class when a voice I've been dreading for the past four weeks stopped me, "Celine Phillips, can I have a word with you?"

I turned around to find none other than Dr. Green, our school's therapist/ councillor standing with her arms crossed, giving me the disappointed mom look.

I closed my eyes with a sigh, I already know what this is going to be about, "don't start. I told you I'm fine, I just have lots of work to do" I brushed her off.

She deadpanned me and gave me a once over, "I've never seen a much clearer lie in my life. Celine, drowning yourself with school work will not do you any good. All I ask is that we talk, just ten minutes of your time to tell me how you feel"

I blew out an exasperated breath to show how frustrated I am but that didn't seem to phase her, "you won't stop until I give in won't you?" I asked, giving my attention to the floor in thought.

"Nope" she replied, popping the p.

"Celine this is serious... Your mental health is serious and I want what's best for you, it makes me uncomfortable seeing you struggle so much when I know I can help. Only if you let me" she said, pleading with me to have a session with her, if only she understood that I hate therapist, they are the reason my mom is sitting in a psych ward as we speak.