he'll catch her before she falls.
(inspired by psyche and eros)
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Not a moment later did a thump resonate through my room; and instead of light, a foreign presence filled the room.
Someone was in my room.
And I was going to die tonight. But I neve...
I quickly lurched to the window, and luckily caught the sight of Leo climbing down my house. "Leo, get back here and explain what the fück just happened!"
The last time I'd been nearly this confused in my life was Geometry, sophomore year.
"Leo!" I continued calling, but he simply just kept walking like I wasn't bursting my lungs right now.
That dicktit.
I tore a page out of spontaneity and attempted to climb out the window. It didn't really work as to seeing I was completely unfit. I had thrown one leg over the ledge and swiftly got back into my room, preferring being alive.
He stopped walking with his unnatural long strides and turned around, facing me.
"Look, Tessa just stay away from Jacob. Everything's going to be fine, I'm going to take care of it," he replied over his shoulder, the only giveaway of his tension from his stiffness in his broad shoulders. His lips were pursed, tight with lies.
"What about.." I could feel a tremble entering my voice.
"He'll be fine. I promise. But I have to go." I could see the sincerity in his features, mixed in with panic.
"You're a crappy liar" was what I wanted to say but my throat was starting to hurt from the incessant yelling.
I didn't know what to think or feel.
What about Eros? What was going to happen to him?
But one thing I knew for sure was there was something up with Jacob.
•
[ time: night]
I'd tried Leo's phone about fifty times and he didn't pick up once. I sent him an equal amount of texts as well.
Damn you, Leo- pick up your fucking phone!
I had no choice but to laze around, drowning in my own panic and worry for the rest of the day. I couldn't sleep, and even food seemed tasteless to me.
I was just so fucking worried. I was waiting for him, thinking that any second, he would be next to me, saying 'petaloudá.'
But he never came. It was 2 in the morning, and there was no trace of him.
He always came. Always- so why wasn't he here? Had I done something wrong?
My paranoia was taking over.
I tried to convince myself that he would come, but there was something in me saying the opposite. That something was wrong.
I closed my eyes in a failed attempt to sleep but I couldn't. It was useless- nothing was calming me.
All I ended up with my comforter on the floor and tangled sheets. I picked up the blanket off the floor, and suddenly, a creak whined in my room.
I picked up on a slight shuffle that sounded too much like a footstep. Every cell in my body was stricken with fear. I couldn't move.
Someone was in my room. Someone was in my room.
Iwasactuallygoingtodie.
And I hadn't even watched all the shows I wanted to on Netflix, or watched Deadpool more than once!
"Who's there?" I mustered with a little courage and my history textbook. I was about to turn around and smack the living shit out of the intruder- but before I could, a hand was placed over my mouth and all I could see was darkness.
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