KEEP YOUR HEAD | ❝Pretty mind blowing, am I right?❞
To put things lightly, everything has gone to chaos. In a grim turn of events, Homecoming ended with a bunch of blood-covered students, a dead Bradley Lewis and his killer on the run. The only...
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CHAPTER TWO ❛ the fugitive. ❜
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THEMES: call it fate, call it karma — the strokes bad reputation — joan jett & the blackhearts
DEAR DIARY, if you're still out there...
I woke up in Bradley Lewis's blood this morning. I wish I could say that was a joke, or a nightmare — definitely not the first one, although things are starting to feel like the second one.
My shoulder blades throbbed as I pulled myself up, rigid from the wooden planks of the watchtower I'd made my bed on. I opened my eyes to the cracks between, dirt and green grass swarming the long drop beneath me. A sudden wave of height sickness hit me, and I backed into the corner of the watchtower, rubbing a hand over my face.
That's when I felt it. The scrape of dried blood grazing my skin, crumbling into mahogany dust at my cheeks. It was an unwelcome reminder of what had happened last night.
Last night...
The shadow.
What was that? Or, maybe more importantly, who was that? Whoever it was, they made me feel... something. I'm still not sure whether it was good or bad. But the pull felt magnetic, like the darkness was beckoning me to come closer...
Fuck me, I thought. Too much deep thinking this early in the morning.
I had to really think, now that I didn't have the spur-of-the-moment night to ignore my problems in. Was this what I was now? A fugitive? I definitely couldn't show my face back at home, or at school. Hallie and Stan, at least, know what I did. I saw her face when I ran out of school — if going home means I have to see Hallie look at me like that again, then screw that.
And people might figure it out. What I did...
But Mom, and Liam... how could I just leave them?
The blood was really starting to put me on edge. I started inching my way down the steps of the watchtower, cautiously looking back and forth for passersby. Didn't want anyone seeing me in broad daylight and thinking I was a psycho... unless I really am a psycho. I killed Bradley Lewis.
As I reluctantly replayed the events of last night, a horrible thought occurred to me:
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