He's trapped me in his sights.
Waiting to consume me.
He wants to awaken the darkness inside me.
Possess it and own me.
Damon West is bad news.
He might appear charming on the outside.
But that's only a mask he wears to hide the true predator inside...
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There is always this built-up reality that everything is perfect.
Everything is fine.
But it's not.
Life is always far from perfect. Perfection comes in a moment and then vanishes with the rest of the time.
Today was more perfect than I imagined it would be. It was special, intimate, and more magical than I could ever imagine. It meant everything to me, but it was still a moment when I escaped reality.
Reality hits me across the face as I stare at my bedroom ceiling. A sinking feeling churns in my stomach. It tightens with each breath. I don't deserve any of this.
I drink as often as I can while hiding it from the people who care about me. I'm a liar, but more than that, I'm a monster. A damn monster that killed her mom.
How could anyone love me? I don't love me. I hate myself.
I wanted to stop drinking; I did, but my nightmares have been back in some sort of revenge. I keep hearing our screams, and I keep seeing things that make me question what happened.
I know I didn't want my memories back, but the more I think about my dreams, the more I want to remember what happened. Why did my mom pick me up? Why do I keep seeing someone driving us off the road? My thoughts spiral as the scenarios float through me like a movie playing in the background.
"You don't look so good, Jess. Are you okay?"
"I'm... I'm fine," I mumble.
The shadowy figure grabs onto my arm tightly, enough that it hurts. Who is that? Why do I recognize their voice? Just as I think my memory won't let me see his face, I see it as clearly as day.
Miles.
"Let me go," I stammer out. "Le... Let me go."
He doesn't; he grabs me even tighter and starts dragging me away from the house. Panic grips my heart in a vise-like grip, and I did the only thing I could.
