Psycho.

Arthour?

~Sara~

~S~  hey

whats up  (S)

~S~  nothing really. is your mom around

i dont think so  (S)

~S~  are you excited

yeah i am  (S)

~S~ ok see you later bye <3

bye girl <3  (S)

It was getting late so I went to bed.

"Arthour, Arthour!" Who am I looking for?

"Arthour, Arthour you said you'll never leave me!"

"I'm here, I'm here." he said quickly, wraping he long slim arms around me." I would never leave you... I can't let you go crazy." What is this man...boy talking about, I'm not crazy...am I? His orange hair, his thirty two freckles, his plain glasses,... his warm hands. "You hurt too many people for me to leave you....You kill to many people just for me. Then I saw it....people, dead next to me. Who was these people? Was I the killer?

"Sophie." he said in a faint whisper.

"Yes." I whispered back.

"...You did this..." he whisper back.

"...no I didn't." I said this louder than a whisper.

"Yes you did."

I was panicking, I didn't do this. I could nev-

"I DIDN'T DO IT DAMMIT!" I was screaming now.

"YES YOU DID, LOOK AT YOUR HANDS!" he screamed right back into my face. His face... was he mad...or maybe he was ok with me killing people. I look at my hands. Th-th-they was covered with blood. A knife in my left hand. I didn't see this before. Why now, at a time like this.

"I...I...I DID DO IT!"

"Good girl." said Arthour, with a smile on his face.

"Now go to sleep."

Everything went dark. Nothing to be seen.