Is this just paranoia?
Is someone after me?
I'm caught in a spider web, not sure what's really happening to me.
Whenever I'm outside I feel eyes upon me. I don't want to leave here, I never did, but the more I get tied up in the knot of fear, the more I want to run. Aimee isn't enough to keep me here. Nor is the job, the stability, the apartment...not even Orson.
He wants to come with me wherever I go, but what if he's the eyes on me, the hairs standing on the back of my neck, the chill I feel deep in my core?
What if he's bad news?
Bad news. Stinging cheeks. Tear-filled eyes. The cycle. The vicious cycle. I'm in the middle, can't escape, no apology will suffice this time.
Blood.
Soon, there will be blood again.
Soon, Phoenix will die the way Luvvie passed away.
No one will look for Phoenix. I don't know if anyone still wants Luvvie, but no one will want Phoenix.
I sleep in a nightmare, I wake up in a nightmare. I can't do this anymore. Any of it.
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Darkside
Mystery / ThrillerLuvvie Thompson: Missing, Presumed Dead. But Phoenix will rise from her ashes. She'll live a better life, not making the same mistakes as before. She'll take a different path, shedding her old self like a snake-skin. As long as she keeps away from D...
