So I added this song for you because it's been kind of my jam this week and a lot of people are asking me for some music suggestions. This song isn't for everyone but I like it a lot so yea... also it describes the characters in the story through the lyrics. Especially the chorus. I'm gonna try and do this every chapter to add some flare to the story and make it a bit more interesting. You can listen to the song while you read, or before, or after, or not at all. You do you, queen! xo
"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself 'I have lived through this horror; I can take the next thing that comes along."
-Elenor Roosevelt
"Beautiful night tonight, huh?"
"Yea."
Carter and I sit on the porch of the two-story house we are guarding. We are only a few inches apart, and I hate it.
"I know why you volunteered to take watch with me," I say matter-of-factly.
Carter smirks, not looking at me. His eyes are on the stars above us. They provide a ghastly blue light that illuminates his features, and they twinkle in his dark eyes. It is a beautiful night, I won't disagree with that. But if things go the way I think they will, it will be a bloody night as well.
"No," he scoffs. "You don't."
My grip tightens on the rifle resting in my lap. I could shoot him right now, end the pain. But then I'd be kicked out of the group for sure.
"I'm out here to protect my people. Nothing more. Nothing less."
Lie.
"You're afraid," I taunt, holding my chin high. "You're afraid because I stand up to you. Because I'm not scared of you. You're afraid I'm gonna make these people see clearly and they're gonna want you gone."
Carters head dips as he chuckles. I scoot away from him until my back hits the brick wall behind me. For the first time since I've met him, he confuses me. I'm on to him, why is he laughing?
"You're the one who needs to see clearly," he turns to me, an arrogant smile still plastered on his face. "These people, they need me. I'm their guardian angel."
Lie.
"No, you're crazy," I retort.
He chuckles again, and I feel my breathing begin to pick up. Whenever I'm around him I get a deep sense of dread rumbling in the pits of my stomach. It's like that feeling when you're walking alone and all of a sudden, you feel as though something is behind you and you start running. That's what I feel. And it only worsens as he reaches for me.
His hand lands right below my knee, and he makes disturbing eye contact with me.
His eyes remind me of a sharks. Predatory and hungry. Full of anger and bloodlust. The stars illuminate what was hidden in the shadows of them, and they reveal a new level of his insanity.
He's done the most heinous acts, and I can see all of them in his eyes.
Yet, I don't move. I wait for the perfect moment. Like a cobra, eyeing my victim coldly and waiting for him to show me even a glimmer of weakness. Then, I strike.
"I'm not gonna kill you," he says with the same smile. "Not until I get full use of you."
"What are you talking about?"
