The Bunny shadow

Chapter 3

He laughed, his laughter is so terrifying. I feel his laughter creeping under my skin. Who is he?

He was dragging a man down the road, it seems his intention is clear, in the dark way - he wanted to kill that man. Or he has already killed him?

I stood up.

I walked towards the car, at this moment I can't hear my thoughts, I feel my body moving on its own.

The only thing I know is that I need to run away quickly. I got into the car and sat down, slammed the door too loudly, and the car shook. I turned the key and stepped on the gas. Run. The only thought running through my mind now.

Run.

What did he mean by - "Prepare yourself - our paths will intertwine again in the darkness." Impossible. I can't allow that. I won't.

I stopped at the red light.

Wasn't I a witness to a murder happening? And I just ran away? Oh God.
I shuddered. Why did that thought come to me now? Should I call the police and explain what happened even though I have no physical evidence? Would they believe me? Would they take my word for it?

Time skip. Next day.

I barely slept last night. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened.

I drank coffee hoping the caffeine would calm me, but it's pointless. I still feel the anxiety coursing through my body. And I don't like it.

"Y/N!!!"

I flinched. I looked at Amy, she was all out of breath. I hesitated whether to tell her or not. I looked back at my reflection in front of me, and Amy came closer. She put her hand on my shoulder.

"Come on, you've done this countless times," she said breathlessly, trying to catch her breath. She placed her palm on her chest, as if that would help her.

"And every time it gets worse and worse." I answered and caught her gaze in the mirror.

"Only in your head. Now come on!"

She took me by the elbow and pulled me onto the small stage, pushing me forward. And gave two thumbs up as a sign that everything will be fine. I sighed and walked towards the microphone. I measured the whole room. How many people! I took a breath.

I can do it. I am speaking to myself, in front of me is a large crowd of people, waiting for me to give a short speech, as I am presenting my new works. I took a deep breath and exhaled once more.

"Good afternoon everyone, thank you for coming."

I took a brief look at everyone in the room; they were all staring at me. I suppose that's to be expected, since I'm giving the speech. Oh God, I'm not myself. How could I be? Come on, Y/n, pull yourself together. Focus, this is our job.

I continued with my speech and finished it too quickly. It's not my fault I have anxiety when faced with a large number of people in front of me.

Thank God, it's over now. It probably came off as funny-my speech, my tongue-twisting, rapid talking, and the nervousness in my voice. But they didn't come to see me, they came to see the works in the gallery. That calmed my thoughts.

I stepped off the stage and started walking around the gallery. I looked at the paintings, paintings that would soon be sold, and then it all starts over again. This is how I make a living. I create art and sell it. I never actually keep any of it.

Bunny Pov.

My sweet doll did a good job. We'll need to work on her nervousness. I'll fix it, just like I always do.

I watch her from the balcony; she can't see me, but I can see her. She's perfect for me, perfect to break.

I took a step closer to the railing, resting my heavy elbows on it-I'm not among those people because I really don't want to attract fucking attention to myself.

They're always talking about me anyway, in the news, at police stations. As if that would stop me. I'm too dependent on bad things, but I love it when I'm the one in control of the game. Just like I am now.

"Kim Y/N." - my voice came out as a whisper, though deeper than I expected. I reached deep into the pocket of my leather jacket, pulled out my phone, and held it to my ear.