THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS
That was an understatement.
Sebastian was the most attractive, dangerous, horrifying man in the entire state of Washington.
He had secrets, secrets in that dark past of him, and I always struggled to understand his motive.
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Skye
It was still early in the morning, though I couldn't sleep for the life of me.
I was thinking about Sebastian... if he wanted to hurt me or to save me.
I didn't know.
All I knew was that he was tied into this somehow, and he was planning something...
What was he going to do to me?
I decided to walk back home alone at five in the morning because I didn't want Neveah's parents to get mad at her for letting me sleep over without them knowing...
They'd especially get mad at the fact that I crawled through her window.
It was still dark outside, and I could feel the cold swallowing me.
I tried playing music again, plugging my ears with earbuds to help my anxiety... and I decided to walk home with my eyes closed.
I knew how to get there, anyway.
I suspected that maybe if I couldn't see, then it wouldn't happen again.
I mouthed the lyrics, keeping my head down as I walked forward.
I thought I was safe...
I was wrong.
My earbuds crapped out again, and I cried out, once more, when static blasted through me.
I tore them out, ears ringing as I gazed up.
I stilled, finding a familiar man standing under the lamp-light... and he was smiling menacingly.
"Sebastian?" I asked him. "I know it's you! Stop scaring me! It's not funny anymore!"
The man only tipped his head to the side.
I stared.
"It's not real, is it?" I asked him. "Am I dreaming?"
He suddenly shot forward, and I screamed when his hand locked around my throat, I choked as he pulled me up, fingers digging in my skin while my feet slipped off the ground.
"This is far from a dream," he whispered menacingly.
I struggled to breathe, kicking out my legs as my head flooded with red, and my vision titled, framing black, all while every part of me started growing weaker and weaker.
I couldn't think straight; all I knew was that I was kicking him, and he wasn't fazed.
My sight darkened, and I caught onto his hands, trying to pull them away, but I felt so weak.
