Pretty Little Psycho

Pretty Little Psycho

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación jue, ago 27, 2015
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Paranormal
"What is this?" I ask. The room was dark and smelt of blood. I could hear a faint growling coming from the corner. Where has he taken me? With a smile, the man I thought I had known so long, I had grown up with, I had let caress my cheek at my most vulnerable, chuckles a low and frightening sound that makes my hair stand up. He doesn't say anything, but turns around and bolts the door behind him, leaving me alone with a room full of creatures.... After leaving home at an early stage in her life, Birdie finds herself followed by a former disgruntled classmate who only wishes to take care of her. Underneath the light skin and friendly camouflage, what supernatural secret is he hiding that could leave Birdie fighting for her life?
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Remorse

I force myself to unlock the door and once it swings open, I spend no time watching the look of bafflement on his face. I brush right past him and sit myself down onto the bed, my eyes are glued to the rain racing down the panes. He walks over to where I'm sitting, steadily, and stands over me. Studying me. Inspecting the dried patches on my face and the blood on my knuckles from picking at my skin. I can't bare to watch. Finally, I glance up at him and our eyes are locked within each other's. His head tilts to the side and the paleness of his eyes continue examining me. "What are you doing to yourself?" Are the next words that have no hesitation flying out of his mouth. It makes me so angry that he assumes I've been the one behind this. "You did this to me." I had meant to sound strong and convincing, but it had turned only into a timid whisper.

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