Bloodthirsty.

Blur.

The fresh morning air filled my lungs as I walked through a lonely street. I needed an escape from everyone and everything, so I decided to get away without telling anyone. For the past couple of days I had been avoiding Liam, because he did me wrong and it all felt so good at some point, that I was okay with the thought of us.

A week ago after my blackout, if I can call it that way, I realized there was something going on in my head. What? I didn't know. Did I want to know? Maybe not. During that week I constantly forgot what I was doing and a blur replaced those memories. I woke up a thousand times lying on the floor. At night, when I went to sleep, images of blood and dead bodies flooded my mind. I wasn't sure if I had done those things I saw in my sleep, but one thing I knew, I never even saw a splatter of blood anywhere. That had to mean something.

Yesterday I had a dream about me burying a body and I went to the place I supposedly buried it. I found Hanna sitting right in the spot I recalled, and I asked her what she was doing there. She told me the day before we had met there and I was acting weird and we were supposed to meet again today.

"Don't you remember?" She told me with hollowed eyes.

"I-I" my mouth had emitted a guttural sound with no explanation. My hands were shaking and I couldn't stop them. I had lost complete control over my body.

"Last week I found you kissing Dylan and he has been trying to call you. What's going on, Skylar?"

"Dylan? Where?" I asked, with all of these fuzzy images of places and people.

"Here," She rolled her eyes. "Look, if you are on drugs or something..."

"No," I trailed her off and my mind started thinking for something to say, "I just need you to get away from me, okay? You and Dylan, just stop calling, or trying to reach for me. Even if I am the one calling, don't answer." I got up and started walking with my body trembling.

"What!?" She yelled, but I was too ashamed of myself to turn.

My legs felt like jelly and my arms quivered without control. I couldn't control myself. And I needed to keep my friends safe from me. It all started with lucid dreams and blurry memories. I knew if I didn't stop whatever was happening, it would've end with tragic scenes.

After leaving Hannah at the park yesterday my mind couldn't stop trying to fill those empty moments. How could I know if I was guilty of something I didn't remember? I know I have these dark, twisted thoughts in my head, but I never thought I would lose control and start making them come true.

The facts were: The news hadn't showed any murders in the past weeks; I hadn't found any evidence of having actually murdered any one.

Me leaving town for awhile wasn't enough, I needed to make sure I wasn't losing my mind and that I was still in control of myself. Maybe I had to dig into my past to know about my present.