"What" She chucked, "Do I scare you or something?"
I silently glanced back at her green eyes that were taunting me at the moment. It was the first time she didn't look sad.
She wasn't happy though, she was crazy, she was twisted.
The words seemed to get lost in between the quiet howl of the midnight air and our shivers, but they were still said, "Yes, you do."
Her laughter continued. It was frightening how innocent her giggles sound, when they were driven by insanity.
Such serious questions came out between breaths of laughter, "Are you afraid of me because I'm not like you? Because I've done a terrible thing?"
"It was out of defense. It wasn't terrible." I tried to fathom the story she had told me only months before.
Her Happiness subdued, and she slowly inched closer to my face. I could smell the cigarettes on her breath, a smell of her's I usually loved but it was different this time.
A piece of her hair fell into her now darkened eyes while she whispered, "That's what you think."
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Nyctophilia
Mystery / Thriller"If you don't mind me asking, why did you run away?" "I killed someone?" Special Thanks to @chichoxx for this story
