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One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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I walk alone. My mind running wild with his words, his sentence. It plays over and over again in my mind, never stopping, never-ending.
"He's going to kill you, Vivian."
"He's going to kill you, Vivian."
"He's going to kill you, Vivian."
I somehow knew that these six, very distinct words were going to leave his lips in that conversation, yet I still manage to find myself surprised, paralyzed to the mind, still very well shocked. He's after me, Athen is after me, as Alakade says, and now that he's transparent through my view, it'll be even harder to stay away from him, for I don't and won't know if and when he's around, watching me, following me everywhere I go.
The thought petrifies me, he could be in my room, scrutinizing my every movement, my studying, my reading, my watching out the window, he could be there, yet I won't know it. It's as if he's a ghost haunting me everywhere I go, reluctant to leave me alone.
Earlier, when the bell rang, Alakade had suggested that he'd walk me home, but I immediately denied for the blinding fear that we'd be seen together, getting along, and yet, that thought always seems to scare me. It's almost as if I'm afraid of him, and the feeling that almost feels provocative to my mind, pulling me towards him with each waking second of the day.
And the feeling stays, even when he's not around, and that's what is terrifying, I don't want anything to do with him, at all, and if that one night when Jennifer and I were attacked had never happened, then everything would be the same as it was before, Aubrey would be normal, Jordi wouldn't seem so demanding, and - most importantly - Alakade wouldn't be there, spilling his feelings suddenly to me when I least expected him to. he wouldn't pay me surprise visits, wouldn't badge into my house without me knowing.
I wouldn't have become a monster. In a way, I want to stay this way, but the other seventy five percent of me shoulda me for ever having such a thought. I'm now a bloodlust monster that changes, shape shifts, uncontrollably, capable of killing any living thing that get's in it's way. It's as if another soul, different from mine lives inside me, lying underneath my personality, craving the dark, and it wants to see the even darker side.
But I'm living so naive, lacking experience from this new life that I know have, a second personality if you will, of an animal men used to fear long ago; and it all lives inside of me, stowed away until the proper day. Striding up the ice coated steps to the Gris Gray shaded exterior and the cinnamon tinted door, I start to unzip my heavy coat, the heat immediately escaping like a pack of scurrying mice when they hear a startling noise.
The hinges creak, my muscles immediately, involuntarily, tensing to the sound. I jaunt into the foyer of the home, a powerful gust of hot air hitting my face, shoeing away all the coldness that previously lingered around my body.
"Hello? Dad? You home?" I call, though I don't know why I had the urge to, and not much to my dismay, I receive no reply, no reply other than the quiet chirping of birds from the outside. I slip off my coat, hanging it neatly on the hanger, slipping off my wet boots, setting them neatly on the floor beside the shoe rack that is all jumbled up, shoes of all sorts of sizes hanging out of the two shelfs, their pares missing, longing to be matched with them once more.
In a way, I feel very much the same, wanting to be reunited with my mom again, but I can only dream. We all want, but sometimes we can't have, and this is one of those things I can't have, never in a million years. For all I know, her body is somewhere, rotting, a mysterious place of the unknown, just waiting to be uncovered.
What am I doing? I'm standing here, watching the shoe rack and saying I'm just like them. what is wrong with me? Well, to answer that question, everything.
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