Unknown: come out to where i can see you.
Beatrice: what? why?
Unknown: i just want to see you. do it.
Beatrice: okay. fine.
Unknown: you look like death.
Beatrice: i feel like death.
Unknown: that's too bad.
Beatrice: it happens. what do you want?
Unknown: to tell you a story. i want to see your reaction when i tell it.
Beatrice: okay....
Unknown: i had a sister. we were only three years apart, and very close.
Beatrice: sounds nice.
Unknown: it was. until she started high school. i was too busy with my own life and i couldn't see what was happening. she killed herself the night of my first date, which was also my birthday.
Beatrice: omg really?
Unknown: yes. i didn't know why until i read her diary. there were these people...people who hurt her.
Beatrice: really?
Unknown: you look nervous.
Beatrice: i'm not.
Unknown: you're shaking.
Beatrice: its cold.
Unknown: it isn't.
Beatrice: please. don't.
Unknown: you were one of those people. so was Reno. and Analise.
Beatrice: what do they have to do with this?
Unknown: they were my first two victims.
Beatrice: victims?
Unknown: you didn't actually think you were safe did you?
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You Don't Know Me
Gizem / GerilimI'm invisible. I'm no one. I'm the shadows you cast on the ground in the summer and the chill you feel in your bones in the winter. I am everyone, I am someone. I'm the strangers you see in the mall, the unknown numbers calling your phone. I am your...
