Renee
Its dark. So, so, dark and cold and lonely. It is a cage.
Valarie's words- the words I'd heard her hiss and shout and scream, over and over until her voice was hoarse- echo in my ears. Let me out, let me out, let me out. Eva! Eva! Eva! It wasn't her, her, her. It was him, him, him! Let me out, let me out, let me out....
I can hardly breathe, though there is plenty of air. I cannot see myself. The light has died out. Or maybe it was never there. I am trapped. It is a cage.
Please, please, please. Eva!
I curl up onto Valarie's bed, knees tucked against my chest. It doesn't make me feel safe.
It isn't her fault, fault, fault.
Her words hold new meaning, now. It isn't my fault, either, yet here I am. Trapped.
Its him, its him, its him! We need to kill him, him, him! Help me, please!
Who? Why is Valarie so desperate, so dangerous? What shattered her?
Eva! Eva! Eva! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Eva was a murderer. Why does Valarie care what happens to her?
He is lying, lying, lying. Lies!
I stare into the darkness, and I wait for it to swallow me whole.
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Mystery / Thriller(I'm kinda embarrassed by this work, but someone asked after it, and so I posted it again. Do not blame me for my younger self's bad grammar and nonexistent plot line. Thank you.) "I do not fight it as two hands-Eva's hands- grab my ankles, pulling...
