"I am poison and every minute spent with me is bringing you closer to your death." my voice drips with venom,every fiber of my being burns with rage as I declare to Eros,but he only chuckles and drags me by the waist.
His thumb caresses the corner...
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"So you're telling me you saw the killer?" Dream asked as we walk to class,her eyes displaying the look I knew all too well. skepticism.
I can still remember it clearly. How every muscle in me tightened,the way my body froze,the way every vertebrae in my spinal column turned to a block of ice as I held my breath,eyes widened and locked in the intensity of the killers gaze. "I saw him Dream,I saw him mutilate Bryon."
"You saw him kill Bryon?" I saw him mutilate him.
Dream is scared,but she masks it well by feigning indifference. Only an insane person would choose not to be fearful of this ripper prowling around like a predator, looking for vulnerable and easy prey to feast on in the most fucked up way.
Since the murders started going on two years ago,I paid no heed to anything happening,that is until I met the killer himself face to face,and a little voice in my head keeps telling me. I'm next.
I cannot let myself be next.
It was a stupid decision to go out at night and attempt to end my life. "Yes dream,it was a very disturbing sight to behold."
"What were you even doing in the woods at night anyway?" she raises her brows, questioning me with her eyes. There's no way in hell I'm going to tell her the reason for that. "Trust me,you do not want to know."
I've buried this deep within me. I don't want to burden another soul with my problems, especially dream. She'll be overcome with grief when she realizes how depressing my life is.
She sighs, clutching her book tightly. I can tell she's afraid when her voice quivers. "But nothing has been said about Bryon's death. They claim he's on sick leave."
When the words escape her lips,my skin is cold sweat,my fingers trembling with pits of fear.
I come to an abrupt halt. "What?"
"What?" I ask again,unsure of what I just heard.
Dream has a worried etched look on her face as she accesses my pale figure. "Bryon is on sick leave Lilith,he's no dead."
The mind plays tricks.
The mind plays tricks.
The mind plays tricks.
Confusion plagues me as I look ahead, staring at nothing in particular. Bypassing students cast me weird glances as if they've just encountered a person who's about to loose it.
That's right,I'm about to loose it.
"I saw his dead body Dream,I'm not lying," I try to assure her,and myself too. Could it have been a very vivid hallucination?"I saw the killer and he saw he and then-then he shushed me."
Her silence is a sign for me to continue. "I ran away but he didn't chase after me."
"I really want to believe you Lil,I do,but you know Bryon's girlfriend got a text from him like seven minutes ago."
