Dark Abyss

Chapter 17: Kristen

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zara larsson_she's not me ( pt.1 )

the weeknd_where you belong

parachute_white dress

former vandal ft. shelby merry_the runner and the lover

ellie goulding_explosions

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"Be presentable by noon at 5 - that is when they will be arriving. Luke and Caroline will escort you to the main ground at that time and you'll meet them." Eric, who kept urging the thought of courage in me whilst my insides shook with anxiety, explained what will happen tomorrow for the billionth time. I just nodded in prayers to God that the agitation didn't appear too palpable in my body language.

"Like I said, you don't have to fret over them. I'm sure you'll charm them with your charisma and all." He mocked in a low chuckle while guiding me towards the door where Luke and Caroline stood erect.

"Now, leave and go prepare for tomorrow's day that awaits. I wish you a good night's rest, Blaire." With his last goodbye, I was guided back to my room in silent strides and a tense atmosphere. Luke was obviously back to being distant and quiet since he did not glance in my direction or even speak to me all the way to my room. Even when I was tucked away in bed ready to sleep, he kept his distance by standing at the bottom steps of the stairs looking phlegmatic and stultified as Caroline went through the itinerary for tomorrow.

He turned off the lights and walked up the stairs in a slowly agonizing pace as if mocking me. Like, ha! I left for two days and you're already rolling in a puddle of misery. How pathetic.

I didn't get it. I didn't get me. I didn't get my thoughts. I'm not supposed to be feeling the invisible string adhering Luke and me. Less in the small amount of time we'd been spending together. Sure, he was the one looking after me since I got brought here; but to feel the pathetic urge at being with him was starting to petrify me to the core.

Still, with those terrorizing thoughts in mind, unconsciousness found its way to seep through the wires in my head and drive me into oblivion.

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Morning came fast as my own body awoke early in the day. A distinct conversation could be heard from above of more than one voice. Not bothering to waste my energy trying to discern the cryptic words, I sat up and found my way to the restroom though the darkness.

The searing shower washed over me as the anxiety boiling underneath my skin was tranquil and in a peaceful sleep. I did not dare wake it up.

Augustana played delicately through the speakers as I straightened my black hair in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Not wanting to overdue the occasion, I dressed in blue jeans, brown combat boots, and a red flannel shirt.

"Have a delightful sleep, Blaire?" Caroline's pretend caring tone and joyous smile was a foreboding act in the tense and quiet air when I entered the kitchen room. Luke gaped at the white square tiles from leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest in a long sleeve black shirt.

"Just peachy, as always." My answer was a cautious squeak as she glared at me with her chocolate-brown eyes that could be all kind and nice one second but loathsome and full of abhorrence the next. It was palpable how much she was attempting to endure the benign act towards me.