psycho • z.j.m

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H E Y ! ! So okay this isn't the official chapter 3 update, but since it's been a long time i thought i would post a snippet of what i already have. the rest is half-way written so it'll be put all together in the official chapter 3 coming up next :-D okay, thanks!!

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Norman's POV

I have to admit Marah was indeed intimidating making me completely impressed by her; especially her defense skills. She's pretty good at taking things into her own hands. I mean, I could've helped her when he first grabbed her, but I just wanted to see if she was capable of fighting, so I just watched. I forgot I didn't have my knife up front with me so I decided instead of her getting attacked I thought I'd help get rid of him, to get more acquainted with her later.

I don't know if I felt something during their altercation but it was pounding vastly somewhere in my chest; my heartbeat. I even felt it when the guy was so called trying to scare me as I was mentally murdering him. But since it was too public for that happening, I went easy on him; strange feeling actually feeling. I guess I do have feelings.

what is wrong with me?

I shake my head of those thoughts.

But from the moment I saw her at the front desk until she left to her room, I knew she drawn to me; which made me strangely drawn to her. So thus I want to know - I must know if she's the right one; I'll have to find out once we get together in the house. I can already imagine the look on her face; it made my heartbeat amazingly like a drum.

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Once I had locked up the register, I also locked the front door momentarily. I headed back to my room. I wanted to make sure I was ready for this long encounter, because she made me nervous from other girls. she was just - I don't know but I'll find out more soon enough. after sulking on the bed for just a moment I decided it was time to prepare so I get a get my bag or briefcase rather, from under my bed, to put my tools inside. I walk swiftly to my small closet, and it seemed to shine like the gates of heaven. everything was aligned so perfectly on the few shelves I had in there, I would hate to mess it all up; but I must.

I carefully grab each specific item I need and close the door. I then went to my bed, placing each item on the bed a few inches apart. when opening my briefcase; I feel elated, then a sudden coolness rushes over me; I felt in on my arms. this is new. I don't think I like this feeling too much, but I just shake it off. after placing the items in my bag carefully, I close it -- but wait, I almost forgot my precious knife. so I vastly go over to my dresser, pulling it out of the drawer.

I can't help but examine it but it was like, my close personal friend.

it's crazy how time flies when you're mentally planning a fate filled night. I can't believe I hadn't noticed. so I get my bag, and adjust the strap for my shoulder; letting it dangle. I guess you can say it's a satchel. but just as I was heading out of my room, I remembered that I forgot something: I forgot to check in on marah. i just thought it seemed it was funny I have to check in' when people usually check in with me, but for simple reasons; mine are for more personal reasons.

I check the time again and notice a few more minutes passed by; not that the time mattered. but for my plans to go as planned, I have to see check off everything on my list. so I walk over to wall where a painting of three parrots sitting on a tree branch in the jungle hangs; it's actually quite peaceful yet a mystery.

I put my bag down and carefully take down the painting, leaning it against the wall on the floor. and i spy with my little eye marah, right in the next room. i previously poked a hole in my wall for the simplest of reasons: to simply check in. she was walking out the bathroom, but still fully clothed, so she wasn't taking a shower.