"You know, what I really crave for at the moment?"
I whispered with a smoky tone, leaning closer to his non-existent face. "Your death..." My tone became quieter as I jabbed the knife into his torso, repeatedly.
The dark reddish blood was flowing...
“Everyone fades away from us, it's all a matter of time.”
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Time passes hastily and everything changes with it. For example, our bodies change in many ways as we age. However, it’s not only our bodies that change, but also our minds and the way we think. I was not child-Daisy anymore, but I am not teen-Daisy anymore either.
Every age passed, it revealed something new about myself and the life I was living in. I also concluded what Peter told me about that clock. All I needed was a slight amount of time then I would be able to return home and know the truth.
Peter left me hanging in the living room all alone while he would have a crucial discussion with Mr. Blake. They had been inside his office for the past ten minutes and I was perishing of novelty about that ‘crucial discussion’. I abhorred my personality that day, I was just standing there strolling around the house and kept ascertaining that it wasn't about me when I knew it was indeed about me and Mackenzie.
I heard the doorbell ringing, so I walked to the front door, taking a deep breath in the process. Due to the level of quietness in the house, I assumed the person at the door was Liam and figured it would be okay for me to answer it.
Ughh, how could that knucklehead forget his keys?
Liam and I got closer in the past week, I commenced feeling livable around him more. Actually, he was a delightful and humorous person that I cherished time with. Yet, I couldn't see him as the lover as he saw me as. No matter how much I disliked it, the heart wants what it wants and it wanted Henry.
Nevertheless, it wasn't Liam who rang the bell but Mrs. Blake. What was she doing there? I had no clue at first, but then I came to the realization that she was here for whatever they were talking over inside. I crossed my arms over my chest as I blocked the way so she won't go inside.
“Why are you here?” I started examining her; Mrs. Blake was one of the worst liars I had ever seen. This is why I tend to ask her more than Mr. Blake, however, in certain topics he shows up to not let Mrs. Blake say anything.
“Because Weston called me to come. May I pass please?” She responded but we both knew it wasn't the answer that I was looking for.
“And why did Mr. Blake call you to come here?” Detective Daisy started to show up in me out of inquisitiveness that they led me to. Believe me, I was not the kind of person who inquires about the stuff on my mind. However, when I lose it, I can't control myself.
“I d--don’t know, haha how can I know?” Her affectionate tone shifted to apprehensive while stuttering.
