“Are you crazy?” I asked Logan, who was standing a few feet away from me. He seemed to be fiddling with the keys in his hand. “Why?” “Why did you lock the door?” “Didn't I tell you I like to tease you?” I frowned. “I think I did.” “Open the door,” I demanded seriously. I didn't like the idea of being alone with him since he could intimidate me very easily. Logan leaned against the wall, amusement plastered on his face. “No,” I sighed. “What are you doing here, Anaís?” I was always surprised at how well he pronounced my name. “That is none of your business.” “You're breaking at least four rules by being here.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “So?” “I thought you cared about keeping your record perfect.” “How do you know that?” “I just know,” he shrugged and smiled at me. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Logan seemed to know a lot about me. The way he talked to me... it was like he knew everything about me. But how was that possib
Flashback……. It's very dark... Run! Can't. The metallic smell of blood invaded my nostrils. He's coming; you have to run. My hands touch the wall beside me to guide me, as there was no light of any kind. At the end of the hallway, I could see a large window, the moonlight seeping through the curtains, outlining the silhouette of a man. He... He was dressed all in black, his face covered in a kind of cloth that only allowed his mouth and eyes to be seen. His eyes... I can't see their color in this darkness. Anaís...- his voice sounded so calm, so soft, as if he were incapable of hurting anyone. I can’t move. He started to move towards me, and I could only watch him; my legs were not responding. As he came closer, the moonlight illuminated his body, allowing me to see the blood dripping from his hands, falling like a black liquid on the floor. Killer. Run….. He was getting closer and closer. His eyes... What color are your eyes? Are... I woke up with a start, breathi
What…? "You heard me," he joked, his grey eyes showing his amusement. I was very nervous because of his closeness. I gulped, feeling my throat dry. I could feel his strong arm around my waist, making it impossible for me to escape. "Let me go," I said, trying to free myself. "No, you owe me something," he added casually. My heart was beating fast inside my chest. "I'm not going to kiss you, Logan," I replied and felt his free hand take my chin. He leaned towards me little by little until our breaths mixed. "Logan, don't do it." "Why not?" His nose touched mine. He was so close; I couldn't concentrate. "Because..." My voice trailed off. "Why?" "Because I hate you," I answered, trying to look away, but his grip on my chin wouldn't let me. I was trapped. "You don't hate me," he declared arrogantly. His grey eyes looked into mine; I felt like I was melting. "Me..." A knock on the door interrupted me. I jumped in surprise, and Logan let me go. I could see the frustration on h
Note Reading……. "I had to leave, but I'll be back :) You owe me something, remember? P.S. Next time, don't put your umbrella under the bed; it almost stabbed me. Logan." I couldn't help but smile. Logan is so weird; he acted like he didn't like me, but he was always everywhere. I wondered why he didn't talk to anyone else; something had definitely happened to him. But I couldn't help but feel special. Why did he only talk to me? I sighed and decided it was time to take a shower, even though it was freezing outside. Another cloudy day; I hadn't seen the sun in days. After grabbing my towel and soap, I headed to the showers. The warm water began to fall over me, relaxing me. I closed my eyes, and the first image that came to my mind was Logan’s face just inches away from mine. God, he had such beautiful eyes. I placed my hands on the cold wall, strands of my wet hair sticking to my cheeks and forehead. I finished my shower and proceeded to change into my uniform righ
I was speechless; Xander's green eyes merged with mine. I couldn't utter a word. "Anna!" Émilie’s voice snapped me out of the moment. I looked over at Xander—Flynn meant to say hello. I saw Flynn standing behind her. He gave me a closed-mouthed smile. "Hi, Anna." "Hello." "Can I talk to you for a second?" Émilie and Xander frowned in confusion. "Sure," I said, and followed him to a lonely place. "What's wrong?" "Anna, I know that the first impression you had of me was not the best," I crossed my arms over my chest. "But please don't tell Émilie about Lyra and Sana." "She is my friend." "I know, but I really like her. If you tell her, I know she'll push me aside." "I don't trust you, Flynn." "I'm not asking for your trust; just give me the opportunity to show you that I'm very serious about Émilie," I sighed. Flynn sounded really honest. "Fine, I won't tell her, but if you hurt her or at the first sign of something bad, I swear you will pay." "Thank you, thank y
Cold... It is very cold... I'm on my knees; I can feel the snow soaking through my pants. My hands are shaking in my lap; they're covered in blood. Why? There is a huge commotion around me, voices screaming, and I feel like I'm not there, as if my mind has decided to go away and leave me lying in this freezing snow. The blood on my hands drips and stains the white ground beneath me. Blood... Anaís... I clutch my chest; I can't breathe, like something is stuck between my ribs. It's so painful... My vision is blurred by the huge tears that have formed in my eyes. In the distance, I can see a male figure dressed in black. You... A strong hand touches my shoulder, and I scream loudly in panic. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking as I adjusted to the light around me. The first thing I saw was a white ceiling. Where am I? I felt the soft bed beneath me; I was lying on my back. I lifted my arm, noticing an IV in it. What happened? A flash of memories from the night
Listen, Anna, I know we didn't have the best of starts— she paused, looking down. And it was my fault, entirely. Can't we just start over? she asked, looking up. There was honesty in her eyes. Of course.— I smiled at her. She nodded and left the room. Lyra was strange, but I knew she wasn't a bad person. A very tall doctor entered, his white hair and mustache matching the walls— Good morning, Miss. I'm Dr. Altman, the psychiatrist on call. How are you feeling? Well, a little confused. He gave me such a big smile that made me feel like everything would be okay, “That’s completely normal.” What happened to me? Am I... okay? - I had to ask. Yes, the neurologist has already examined you, ordered some emergency tests, and received the results this morning. You are doing very well; just a little anemic, but nothing that can't be resolved. So... What happened to me? Well, we could know more exactly if you describe to me what happened yourself. I don't know how to explain it; I just
Silence... A very awkward silence reigned between the brown-haired boy and me. His words kept spinning around in my head: We finally met. What was he talking about? “Who are you?” I asked, frowning at his cold expression. He stepped forward, staring at me intently. I’d never seen such deep black eyes, had I? He just smiled at me. “Are you okay?” I ignored his question. “Who are you?” He ran his hand over his chin. “Who am I?” His face seemed so familiar to me. Do I know you? He hesitated. “That doesn’t matter now, Anaís.” How do you know my name? He opened his mouth to speak, but the door abruptly opened, revealing a smiling Xander. “Anna, I...” Xander's smile faded when his eyes met those of the brown-haired boy standing a few steps away from me. The boy just gave him a closed-mouthed smile. “I was just about to leave. Bye, Anaís”—and with that, he disappeared through the door, leaving me even more confused. “Do you know that guy?” Xander asked me as he sat