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For god sake! why did the author killed my favorite character!?

I'm gonna drench my pillow with tears due to the non-existent character's death!

"Tina, hurry and have your breakfast" listening to my mom's words, I annoyingly climbed down from the bed, after placing the book on the mattress.

"All day reading books and crying" she spoke as I declined on the dining chair and glared at both my twin brother who had been burst out into laughter at my mother's words.

"Stop glaring at them" I twitched my lips and looked down at the plate in a daze.

"But mom, he was my ideal guy... that author shouldn't have ended his life like this." I pouted sadly, thinking back to his demise.

"Tina, If you're gonna proceed to speak like this, I will soon have to take you to a psychiatrist" she sat down opposite to me and signaled me to have the food.

"Ah, mom! I'm just saying what I feel.. besides that too, I'm gonna start college in just one month so let me enjoy my free time the way I love" my twin brothers nodded their heads agreeing with my words.

They both are such cuties!

They are still in their high school, having their best time, I should include.

"Mom! I need to leave for the library" I hurriedly dug into my food and finished it off soon.

Dashing into my room, I draped myself in a long black skirt and a white t-shirt.

Well, that looks pretty good.

I let my hair dangle on my back softly and walked back to the living room.

"Mom, I'm leaving!" I shouted to her who was in the kitchen and she yelled back an 'okay.'

"Bye cuties" I pulled both my brother's cheeks and vacated my house to visit the library.

The genre I prefer in books is mostly romance, but now I want to read some horror ones!

Life is too short so I don't want to miss out on

the things I could do.

Reaching the library, I skimmed across many books of horror genres..but just one attracted my whole being to it with just a glance at the entire black cover printed with golden words on the side of the book.

"Devil" the word was written on it very aesthetically.

I picked it up and paid the librarian, before trotting out of the library to my home.

I clutched the book to my chest, the friction which the book made when crashing against my chest, gave me tingles.

Woah!

I attained my home soon before the sun could burn me alive and scrambled to my room again after announcing my presence to my family.

I plopped the book on the bed and lay near it.

"I will read you at night," I mumbled as I grazed my fingers over the word devil.

"Waiting" I gasp when I hear a reply from someone.

Aish! like mom says, I think I need to meet a psychiatrist.

I shook my head and sighed.