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"it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart." -Conan Gray
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YOU:
At first, it felt refreshing. The light leaving her eyes, the chilling blood on the blade of your knife. Your heart leaps as you stand over her mutilated body, you did that.
Now the feelings of insecurity creep into your bones. You can hear them, feel them in each crevice in your brain, a familiar voice shouting at you.
"You were sloppy, you could've been seen. You're an idiot!"
You bound her, you branded her, you cut her.
You did it, but it really wasn't good enough, was it?
Are you good enough?
Strong enough?
Smart enough?
Worthy?
If you'd done it right, you could still heat her screams. They'd be speaking of you on the news, give you an unforgettable name.
But nobody even knows of your existence.
You'd do it again and again, but the voices tell you to put it on hold.
Because the best comes to those who are patient.
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VIENNA WOKE IN A COLD SWEAT. That familiar feeling consumed her body whole. She needed to go to the one person who understood, her safe place.
Michael.
She moved quickly on the bed, noticing that it was only 10:30 pm. This was earlier than she usually wakes from nightmares.
When would this end? She clutched the side of her face, which was enveloping her face in a headache that could only be explained by immense stress.
She walked down the hallway, but stopped when she heard quiet chatter coming from downstairs.
