The Darkness Within

Chapter Four

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Arie's P.O.V.

My eyes fluttered as I slowly returned back to reality. I was met with a bright light, making my eyes squint as they readjusted to the lighting.

I groaned, my eyes half closed. Slowly sitting up, I managed to peek through one eye to see I was no longer in the cafeteria. I was back in my room, lying on my little cot.

How did I get here?

"Ah. Looks like sleeping beauty has finally awoken," a deep voice rang out, making me shudder as I realized who it belonged to.

I turned my head slightly only to find Dax leaning against the bathroom doorway, smirking devilishly at me.

I gave him a blank stare, not in the mood for his blatant and annoying honesty.

I flopped back down on the bed, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes.

"Oh, I see what you're doing. You're ignoring me," Dax mocked, making my mouth curve into a tight-lipped grimace.

I kept my mouth shut, refusing to respond to the psychotic idiot trying to annoy me. I closed my eyes again, trying to ignore the unnerving presence in the room.

Suddenly, a felt the cot dip as someone sat down.

My eyes flung open and I jumped backed, huddling myself against the iron-railed headboard. My reaction was immediate and instinctual; I believed I was under attack for a reason.

Maybe it's because Dax was leaning back on his elbows on my bed, staring at my in amusement.

He liked making me flustered and uncomfortable.

But then again, who wouldn't be uncomfortable when your roommate is a sociopath?

"What's wrong, Princess?" His eyes glinted with wicked humor, his tone mockingly sarcastic.

My blue eyes narrowed in distaste as I met his intense gaze head on.

Instead of answering his obviously rhetorical question, I countered with another question.

"How did I get here?" My voice was cold and restrained, and yet, it had no effect on Dax. He simply tilted his head, studying me closely with his unnatural black eyes.

"I carried you."

But, I thought he left before I passed out?

My body tensed, fear paralyzing me.

He carried me.

He touched me.

He could've freaking killed me.

Dax scooted closer, his thigh now touching my crisscrossed legs. He rested his chin on his hand, his eyes analyzing my reaction in pure enjoyment.

"Does that bother you, princess? The fact that a sociopath carried you to your room," he questioned, his voice full of bitterness.

I remained silent, refusing to further the conversation.