Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

Chapter 5 // Hatred

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Chapter 5
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Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) (Dracula):
"Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make
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"Julia! Put that knife down! You're going to kill her!"

Voices were screeching all around her at that moment. The sixteen year old didn't have any control over herself. She was possessed. Images blurred around her, moving closer and closer, with red, crying eyes.

Not that Julia cared.

"No!" Julia screeched, "He told me to kill her, I need to!"

Nothing could stop Julia at that moment, the blade inching towards the woman's open throat. She looked so vulnerable, unconscious, just laying there, with a tiny slice of blood rolling down her arm.

"Julia!"

An arm jerked her back suddenly, causing the knife to fly backwards.

"Julia!" The voice repeated.

"Julia!"

"Julia!"

Suddenly, hers eyes snapped open, reality taking over. She took in her surroundings, her eyes landing on Kara in the corner bleeding.

She gasped.

What did Julia do?

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Dominic stared at me awkwardly, his arm lightly set on my shoulders as I cried. For once I didn't push him away. It seemed like I had done that enough already.

"Um, look, Julia," he started un-sure, "I really don't know what to do when other people cry." He looked down embarrassed.

I chuckled as I wiped my eye and looked up at him. "Who does?"

He smiled sadly, squeezing my arm reassuringly. It didn't help much, but it still felt nice. It's more than anyone else would of done.

At the same time, I hated this. I hated dumping all my problems on Dominic. Well, one of them anyways. The issue couldn't quite process through my head. Why was I so desperate for my dads' attention?

Because of him not being around for half my life, I had never grown up normally. An only child who spent most of her time alone, aside with Monica. The athletic side of me had shriveled down to nothing after Dad left. Not that much of it was there when he was.

Was I a disappointment to him?

I shook my head. Of course I was, he nearly greeted me, just asked stupid little things like, how my day was, or how Monica was.

I guess I should of been thankful that he had never abused me. People out there have it worse than me, my situation was a mere ant compared to some.

Dominic sighed as my tears began to dry.

"Why do I have the feeling your Dad isn't the only problem here?" He suddenly asked.

His question startled me. I looked up at him with questioning eyes, he looked down sharply and removed his arm from around my shoulders with a frown forming on his face.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know," he grumbled. "Is there something else? You seem.. Tense." He explained, mumbling the last part.