I know who he is?My mind spins through a blur of faces, voices, and memories. A stalker? Someone from school? Someone who follows me online and knows where I live? I stare into the dark, racking my brain.Nothing. Nothing. Fucking nothing.I hate myself for being a little too excited when I hear his footsteps descending. His presence comes with light, and it fills me with a thrill I can't name. I lift myself off the ground despite how weak I am. I sit up, lean my head against the wall, squinting to get a better look at him. He’s here with the bucket of warm water again—to wash me. “Are you ready?” he asks, kneeling in front of me.“Why?” My throat hurts. I haven't said a word since he left me. Now that he’s here again, my voice sounds strange to my own ears. “Why. Do. You. Hate. Me?”“You're confused,” he says quietly, his tone almost conversational. This isn't a weather report. Fucking speak like you're guilty of some heinous crime, you fucking bastard. “That’s fine,” he continues.
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