"Taylor. I need to talk to you." Kit said desperately, trying to hold on to my hand.
"I don't want to speak to you, you're a despicable human being."
"Listen I can explain, just give me the chance too." He pleaded.
It had been two weeks since the incident in the kitchens. Sister Jude had filled me in on everything Kit was capable of. He killed all those people and his wife Alma. I know it shouldn't bother me but it does a little. But that's not even the worst part, he already tried it on with that Grace, he doesn't even like me. He's just using me.
For the past couple of weeks I have been sat alone either in the common room or in my room. Being isolated from everyone has always been one of my strong points. I would have spoke to someone but there wasn't anyone I really wanted to speak too. There was Kit which I was determined not to speak to or even look at and then there was Grace, these were the only two people I actually felt myself around, now I can't even look at her the same way. I really liked Kit but he broke me.
A/N hey guys I updated :) sorry this was more like a filler tbh the next one will be longer I promise
But in the mean time peace out my nerdizzles.
