"𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴..."

chapter 4

                                                   ❝ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ. ❞

"What are you talking about? What the hell is wrong with you, you were just going to STAB ME Billy WTF?!?!"

He gives a low, cruel laugh, and he still seems quite deranged. He shakes his head. "What do you think is wrong with me?" He seems both cruel and kind, dangerous and kind. He seems like he could snap at any moment into a violent rage again. "I was going to stab you just for fun." He gives another little chuckle, and his entire mood and expression changes again. There's something terrifying and wrong about him, but it's impossible to put my finger on it. "Why are you taking everything so seriously?"

"You're crazy!" I cannot believe that my best friend is acting like a literal mental patient.

His expression turns cruel again, and he laughs. He gives another little shake of his head. "Of course I am. Is this the first time you've figured that out?" His gaze is cold and lifeless again, but there's a hint of malice behind it. The light in his eyes has faded, and he looks like a cold-hearted killer again. "What's the matter, can't handle the 'darkness'?" He lets out another little laugh, and there's a hint of danger to it. "Can't handle me?"

"I- I wanna go home..." Tears are rolling down my cheeks and I'm starting to feel very unsafe.

The suddenness of my reaction seems to catch him off guard. He watches me for a moment, and his expression hardens. The light in his eyes remains cold, but it no longer contains any trace of friendliness or kindness. I can see the cruelty again, and he seems to be judging me. His voice is cold and ruthless once more. "Why?" His tone is like ice again as he speaks. "Why do you want to go home?" The darkness behind his eyes is back now, making him a little more terrifying. I should probably run away if I can.

"Because you're a fucking psycho, that's why!" I snapped at him.

His face hardens, while the darkness in his eyes deepens. He seems to take that as a challenge, and he moves a little closer to me, his body still angled in a threatening manner. The cold edge to his tone is evident once again, just like with almost everything he says. He speaks angrily. "What did you say to me?" There seems to be an inherent threat to his tone now, as if he's ready to strike me at any moment. His cruelty is evident. I'm only safe from him right now because he's letting me be.

"Stay away from me Billy, I don't know why you're acting like this but it's not fucking funny, okay?"

His face hardens even further. He steps forward again, and now his voice seems to be edged with a sense of fury and cruelty. His eyes seem lifeless, and he still seems like a cold-hearted killer. He steps closer to me, and his lips curl into a cruel smile. "Why?" He waits for me to say something, but it seems like he's not going to leave me alone. He seems determined to find out what's wrong, and I might not get out of this situation without telling him. "What did I do to you?"

I start shaking in fear. "What did you do to me? Seriously?" I scoff. "I'm leaving..."

His whole manner becomes even more threatening. He seems to be ready to strike me, and the cruelty and coldness behind his eyes only grows. His hands begin to ball into fists at his sides, and he speaks through gritted teeth. "Don't run away." He says it like a command, like he wants me to stay. There's a distinct warning in his tone. I should probably listen to him. "Where'd the 'dark Y/N' go?" There's a strange sense of danger in his voice. "I only see a scared little girl who's running away from her feelings."