𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, they say. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, they whisper.
These words did not reach Evangeline's ears when she decides to sneak out of the house one night.
Being locked up...
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evangeline cromwell
It's Friday and I haven't seen Henry in four days. I wonder if he realised that what I said was true. Does he feel bad that he didn't take me seriously? Does he even think about me? Probably not.
I don't know why I started to care about him. I mean, I know; he was the breath of fresh air and even though it was a little bit polluted, it was welcomed. Honestly, I was glad it was him that I met there. Since I've been locked up, I forgot that bad people exist in this world. Just like the ones that pushed my sister to take that step. I was naive and thought everyone was nice like Andrew. I forgot that there are people that feed from others' pain.
I was thankful that Henry was the one that showed up that night. And he really wasn't that bad. He just had a weird personality but he was nice to talk to. And for someone who talked for the same people for eight years, it was like heaven.
In these four days, I sometimes looked for him at the gates. Maybe he would come and say something about that drawing or maybe he would tell me that his hair really wasn't white but platinum blonde. Or maybe he would just come to visit me. But I was just making stuff up. He made it clear he didn't care about me as much as I cared about him. I couldn't blame him. He may have had a hard time trusting people but me on the other hand, was starving for human interactions. That's why I get so easily attached.
I always found people interesting. How they love and how they hate. How they talk and express themselves and embrace all that comes their way. I loved how they were humans who made mistakes and learned from them. I loved all of their emotions and the intensity they put into the things they love. I wanted to see all of that happen.
When I was little, even though I am ashamed to admit it, I wanted my parents to die. I know it was wrong. But at the age of twelve, this was the easiest way out. If they wouldn't be alive, I wouldn't have a reason to stay in the house all day. I could have been free and explored everything I wanted to.
"Evangeline, it's true," Andrew said and I shook my head to get out of my thoughts.
"What's true?" I asked with a frown.
"Do you remember the little note I gave you?" I nod. "And you know I wrote about the serial killer, right?" I nod again, becoming impatient. "Well, it's true."
I frown my eyebrows even more. "Are you sure?" This can't be true. Brookside was a peaceful city. Why would a serial killer come here? It's like they're begging to be arrested.
"It is." He said and turned his phone towards me.
"Attention people of Brookside! There's a serial killer on the run and it's hiding in our town. The individual was seen last night with a bloody knife in his hand." An image of what seems to be a man's back was shown on Andrew's phone. "No one knows what the individual was up to since there was no report on a dead or missing person."
