NOT A DEVIL AFTER ALL

WARNING, THIS CHAPTER MADE MENTION OF SELF HARM RELATED STUFF, READ WITH CAUTION

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LUCAS

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"What the..."

"Bl...blood?"

My voice broke as I saw cotton wool covered with blood, and it made all the adrenaline in me spike up, my thought did as well too, cause what the heck, what the HECK!!!!

I rubbed my forehead, as I tried to think, to reason, to bring out a fucking explanation for it, but I don't think he had gotten hurt recently, so could this be from his new victim?

My thought murdered me, and made my breath shake, as I immediately trued to back away from the bin, and run out of the room, but my shaky clumsy leg kicked it again in the process, and it spat out a burnt picture of person...someone, and seeing the picture come out of the bin, a curious side of me that I was sure would be the cause of my death, made me literally move closer to see who it was, and when I moved closer to the bin, and took the picture in my hand, even though some side were burnt, I could still make out that it was a picture of a guy I sometimes see that dickhead, Elias with, but I immediately throw the picture away when another damn thought popped in

"Could...could he really be murderer, and was this poor lad his victim?"

My face turned pale as the thought raced on my head, but I didn't want to die of fear, so I immediately brought out my phone with my shaky hands out of my pants, and checked online if the guy in the picture was dead or missing, but luckily, and thankfully he wasn't, and it made a little part of me calm my racing heart down, and kinda made me brave enough to flip the bin over to see if there was anything else, but there was nothing more scary there, and it made me finally relief, so I packed the mess back into the bin as fast as I could, so that it wouldn't look like I had seen anything, but I didn't stop there...no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed

"I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow"

I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to under his pillow carefully, but temptation strikes in again, and in the end, I fall for it, and open the book

"Just a few pages...

"Let me just know what shit was there, and if I could steal some dirt about him"

My wicked mind told me as I glanced through a few pages, but in the end?, in the messed up end, I killed myself with shock, and the biggest unplanned shock I could ever received

At first, when I opened the book, I could hardly make out of anything cause of his shitty bad handwriting, but when I squinched my eyes, and finally saw what he wrote, I realized that this coldhearted prick had been bullied?, WHATTTTT???!!!

I immediately closed the book shut as the thought and realization sank me, cause reading that completely changes everything, every single shit, but...but I wanted to know more and more, to understand how a person like Elias could be this trashy...

Damnit, and I know it's so stupid, but I actually wanted to understand Elias, despite all the fucking things he had done to me, but before I could open the book again, he barges in, takes the book from my hand, and pushed me away, so so hard that I immediately fall to the floor, yes, it was that pathetic, and there was no saving myself.

How he got into the room like a flash, I had no clue, or how on fucking earth he walked up to me, and I didn't even realize it. All I knew was that I landed on my butt on the floor with my racing fearful heart like a complete loser, cause I knew that the not so devil would finally kill me at last for touching his stuff

Yes, there was no explanation I could give, cause I was caught red handed, busted, screwed...*Sighs*

Dear fellow readers, I invite you all to my funeral