Manic Episode

Danielle

I enter the dark apartment and turn on the lights as I slip out of my shoes.

Stepping down the stairs, I walk into the living room just to get scared the living daylights out of me.

“What the -?!”

Giovanni is sitting in the corner of the couch, sipping an amber liquid out of a crystal glass.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?“ I ask him as I take a few steps closer to him.

He smiles at me evilly, and I shudder.

But maybe he just finds it funny that this is the first thing I’m asking while he is covered in blood. It splatters his white shirt clinging to his broad chest and he even has a few drops on his face.

“Oh, my God, Gio. What happened?”

His smile brightens as he puts a finger on his lips, chuckling as if it was a secret.

My heartbeat picks up its pace, as this action is highly disturbing.

I remember the Joker vibes I got from Domenico, but thinking of it, that was like being with an angry baby kitten in comparison with what I’m feeling now.

Instinctively, I ta