Yo, I personally love this chapter… excpet it makes me wnt to cry.
Btw, I listened to Bury Me In Black by MyChemicalRomace on repeat while writing this xD
-staypunky
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Sarah’s eyes widened with a quick spark of fear, her body flipping around as she darted quicker than I’ve even seen her run from the dining room. Following after her, I slid to block her path for the front door, her body halting immediately.
“Wrong way my dear,” I snickered, “Try again.”
She glared at me with determined eyes, turning on her heals as she made a dash for the stairs. Allowing her to create distance for a few seconds, I grew impatient rather quickly, falling into step behind her and into her dim bedroom. She climbed over her bed and faced me, her chest heaving rapidly, her head hanging low with hatred.
“Out of breath so quickly?” I asked, twirling my knife in between my anxious fingers, “Well I’m not entirely unsympathetic; you have till the count of three.”
“Jeff why are you doing this?!”
“One,” I began counting; purposefully ignoring her pleads for answers.
She took a step back towards the wall, her blonde hair hanging low in front of her puffy eyes, “Please, just listen to me!”
“Two,” I grinned, knowing what number was next, the anticipation killing me as intently as I was planning on killing her.
“Jeff!”
“Three,” I snickered, staring a devious glare into her eyes, gripping the handle of my knife with angered strength.
She gasped, ducking as I leaped at her, her body attempting to jump over the bed. I reached out, grabbing her ankle harshly as she fell onto the bed with a thud, her arms and free leg hastily attempting to crawl away like a bug. I pulled her closer towards me, the bed sheets ruffling madly, flipping her body on its back so she was facing me. Kicking with all of her might, her foot collided with my chest, sending me backwards for a split second, long enough for her to climb off of the bed and towards the open door. She ran out with god speed and down the stairs as I caught up in the kitchen, a knife poised in her hand, the blade pointed in my direction.
“Jeff, I’m warning you…stay away from me.”
“Are you scared Sarah?” I asked suspiciously, my wicked smile crawling farther up my cheeks, “Because by the way your delicate little hands are twitching, I’m starting to assume that you may be a bit shaken up.”
She licked her bottom lip nervously, her warrior pose unwavering as she held the knife with a shaky hand, “You don’t want to do this.”
“If by ‘this’ you mean ‘slit your throat and cut you open’, then no, you’re wrong; I most certainly want to do that.”
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