- HAZEL - My heart is beating terribly fast in my rib cage and the heavy thumping of my chest with each heart beat leaves me alarmed. My mind is everywhere else but where it’s supposed to be and I don’t need to focus on anything else but my reality yet it’s hard not to. I can’t think straight.
Where on earth did I lose my phone?! When?! Could it be with the girls from the study group? I can’t even call them to reach out to them. I shove everything that fell from my bag to a corner of my bed then fall flat on my bed. I’m too exhausted to even act out my worry. The chances of me finding my
- OWEN - I hum a tune. A familiar one my mother used to sing. Something original and passed down for generations till it got to me according to her. It’s calming yet there’s something violent and murderous about it that makes it so thrilling. I guess that’s the kind of tune that’ll be catchy for
And the lucky ones, like me, made it despite the struggle. In a world where everyone seems to care about each other, when you’re a nobody, you’ll realise that it’s all pretence. People stan being there for one another only when they don’t see you as filthy or a burden. Only when the only kind of fil
With poison. One that wouldn’t be traced even with an autopsy. Once a child crosses a certain level of abuse, it’s hard to want to imagine to go back to it. That’s why I did what I did. How everything else was willed to me however? Is something that’ll be kept to myself no matter what. Till I’m read
- OWEN - “Let’s just say, I needed to speak to you about certain arrangements.” The computer voice chimes. I withdraw my hand holding my phone to my ears steadily and place my phone back on the couch, keeping it on loud speaker. The only being who can infiltrate my mansion any day and any time
- KILLIAN - I tap a pen on my desk, sighing each time it collides with table. The gentle thud it makes eases my nerves. Almost like my zippo does. The open and slam of my door against the wall draws my attention from the pen to the door. “Calling me at random hours is getting old, don’t you t
- HAZEL - A buzz makes my brows crease, stirring the sleepiness out of my eyes. I don’t want to not be asleep. I want to have some rest. It’s the least I can have after such a shitty day; this is me referring to yesterday by the way. The buzz keeps disturbing. I turn to the side, keeping my eyes
- KILLIAN - I just want her near me. I am loosing my mind every single second knowing she’s out there alone. Knowing I was warned by not only Natalie but Liam as well yet I chose to discard it. Knowing I put her in danger. And this time, it’s not simply Asami. S is involved. Owen is involved. A
‘Don’t scare me like that. . .’ Staring at the text i typed on my keyboard, I bite my lower lip in thought. Is a ‘pick me up at nine’ text better in this case? I don’t know what to respond to reading my life is in danger. My fingers sweep through my hair, pushing it backwards. I’m puffing air out my
- HAZEL - A buzz makes my brows crease, stirring the sleepiness out of my eyes. I don’t want to not be asleep. I want to have some rest. It’s the least I can have after such a shitty day; this is me referring to yesterday by the way. The buzz keeps disturbing. I turn to the side, keeping my eyes
- KILLIAN - I tap a pen on my desk, sighing each time it collides with table. The gentle thud it makes eases my nerves. Almost like my zippo does. The open and slam of my door against the wall draws my attention from the pen to the door. “Calling me at random hours is getting old, don’t you t
- OWEN - “Let’s just say, I needed to speak to you about certain arrangements.” The computer voice chimes. I withdraw my hand holding my phone to my ears steadily and place my phone back on the couch, keeping it on loud speaker. The only being who can infiltrate my mansion any day and any time
With poison. One that wouldn’t be traced even with an autopsy. Once a child crosses a certain level of abuse, it’s hard to want to imagine to go back to it. That’s why I did what I did. How everything else was willed to me however? Is something that’ll be kept to myself no matter what. Till I’m read
And the lucky ones, like me, made it despite the struggle. In a world where everyone seems to care about each other, when you’re a nobody, you’ll realise that it’s all pretence. People stan being there for one another only when they don’t see you as filthy or a burden. Only when the only kind of fil
- OWEN - I hum a tune. A familiar one my mother used to sing. Something original and passed down for generations till it got to me according to her. It’s calming yet there’s something violent and murderous about it that makes it so thrilling. I guess that’s the kind of tune that’ll be catchy for
Where on earth did I lose my phone?! When?! Could it be with the girls from the study group? I can’t even call them to reach out to them. I shove everything that fell from my bag to a corner of my bed then fall flat on my bed. I’m too exhausted to even act out my worry. The chances of me finding my