Monica. (When Life Takes A Wrong Turn Series #1)

Chapter 3 (pt 2) Accepted.

Bonus chapter!

I was feeling really guilty for posting late  so I decided to make it up to you people.

So what do you think?!

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When people say they can't commit murder they simply haven't meet someone that would force them to it.

Sitting in this car with this boy who just couldn't take a hint, I realized so many things on how people who committed murder shouldn't be judged immediately, but tried to be understood, cause any person in my shoes right now wouldn't think twice on snapping this boy's neck.

"So I'm still waiting, I realized since this morning that you are really afraid of strangers and I know that definitely has something to do with your past, " He took a glance at me. "so you mind sharing? "

Giving an exasperated sigh at the fact that this was the seventh time he had asked that question, with me not replying.

Focusing on the window, I stared at pedestrians, little kids with ice cream cones holding on to their parents, teenage girls gossiping as they walk home, boys arguing on matches as they all walked to their various houses.

"Is everything okay? " He took another glance at me keeping his profile gentle. "cause you haven't said a word since. "

Ignoring him I kept staring out the window trying to calm down before I finally follow the rules of my darkness that advised me to beat him up to death.

"Okay I get it, "

Well its about time

"you don't want that question so I'll ask you another one, " He gave me a slight smile and honestly I stared at him my gaze signalling my mind on places I could hit him and he would fall unconscious.

"Okay, my next question is, why don't you talk much? Is it part of a past experience? " I gave him a quick glare.

"well my father always said humans always got scars from their experiences and those scars rule them, " He focused on the road. "So I want to know if that's true on your case. "

The buzzing sound behind my head started like someone forced them, and it felt like someone was pulling my veins and trying to braid my tattooed brains and heart.

The buzzing kept getting louder and louder till I felt like I was going to get deaf.

I was mostly feeling this way cause this boy just forced the awful memories with the words he just said.

Closing my eyes, i tried acting like I was calm even though it felt like someone was slowly pouring hot lava into my wounded heart.

"Well, if you answer that I would like to know what the experience was," The more words he said the more pain I felt.

"cause it mostly happen to people who lost someone, " His word sent the pain to a whole new level. "Have you lost someone? "

As if on cue those memories burst in stronger than before, my eyes flashed with the flickers of light on that terrible day when my world was torn down in an unfixable way, that day that symbolized how my life took a... Wrong turn.

The sounds of the sirens kept increasing in my ears like I was actually there again experiencing the whole thing.

My heart kept squeezing itself, my veins kept getting pulled out by some unknown force, my head grew hotter so hot it felt on fire.

Grabbing my head I started hyperventilating the images kept flashing and I felt every pain, every emotion, every tears as that day hotter than before.