I told her. I told her everything, from the dreams I've been having to the point where i wake up beside every dead victim with their blood all over me. I told her about my fears and about how i managed to disguise myself and escape the mall without my face begin caught on camera.
Never in my life would i have thought i would have to face what i'm facing right now. This was the confirmation i'd wanted, it was the confirmation i needed. And yes i'd thought about this, i'd imagined so many different scenarios about this and it turns out my theory was partially true. I felt nauseous, this is real and it's in me i can't escape it."Dian..." Faye began to speak but i interrupted her.
"I'm leaving."Two words that destroyed my insides and made me feel like a crumbled pile of dust. This is some kind of joke, it has to be."What do you mean you are leaving?"."I mean
His hair was a golden shade of blonde, his face perfectly sculpted with jaws that could have you staring for much longer than needed, accompanied with a small blonde stubble under his chin. His lips a dark shade of pink and his eyes...God, his eyes! A captivating shade of ocean blue looking at me with a bit of surprise and remorse."Are you okay?" He asked dropping the small take away bag on his hand and lending me another. He's voice was deep and obvious to masculinity in an attractive way "i'm sorry, didn't see you there".
"What?"Her asking me the question again even though she heard me right annoyed the hell out of me, but still i repeated it again."I am going to Rome.""You can't just go to Rome!" Sh
He looked at me. The dark brown of his eyes staring at my green ones a little surprised. His lips curved up into a wrinkled smile."How are you?" My father asked, taking a step closer and i took one back.It had been four years since i had last seen him and five years since the divorce. Back then he had been so hell bent on getting custody of me b
Have you ever been chased by a bull? I haven't but with what i am feeling right now, i could imagine what it feels like, or maybe the feeling would be less nerve racking than this, either ways i am very sure it would feel much better than having a gun aimed directly on your head while knowing that just a little pull of your enemies finger could end your life right there and then, and there was no one to come save you.My eyes were shinning wide open and my heart was beating frantically as a result a fear, a feeling that i have recently become quite accustomed to in a matter of a week.He opened his mouth and spat some words in Italian. Venom laced in every word, words that i could not even piece together as he adjusted his index finger on the trigger."W-what are you d-doing?" I stuttered."You!" He repeated his previous word, squeezing tighter around the silver pistol "what do you want from me again?".Again? Have we ever even met before? "I just want to talk, please do not do what yo
It was like i was completely frozen. Nothing made sense anymore, the clouds were darker and full of terror, my mind was a fog of guilt and so much more, the only thing that i could see was the body of the man who had a wonderful smile, a man who had served me his mothers pasta recipe, sat me close to a fire because i was cold, served me coffee and listened to a stranger pour out all the weird shit she had gotten herself into and still offered help. The only thing i could see was that magnificent human being lying dead on the floor in a pool of his own blood.T
They were silent. Simply looking at me without an emotion in their eyes. I did not mean for Ming's dad to hear the conversation, but the man is like a sloth, seriously! i did not even hear his foot steps when he came in.Ming shot her eyes tight, took in a deep breath and looked me in the eye "No! you didn't. I know you, you would never hurt a soul, so stop playing jokes and talk to me."