Chapter 2

It has been two days since the incident and the whole city is filled with cops on every street. You can't possibly find a place where you won't see police. Although I should be threatened, im not. They, should be terrified of me. They should fear me. Not the other way around.

I walk out of my apartment to get some work done.

In the bustling streets of a vibrant city, i roam the streets unnoticed, hiding a dark secret.

I hear police sirens from nearby, I'm sure they are finding me and the trail of mysterious deaths behind me....it's just the beginning..I'll make this place terrified of me. I'll do whatever it takes to erase the traumatic past I have. Even if it means getting blood on my hands...yuck..I hate getting blood on myself.

I wasn't always like this..I never thirst for blood...from one normal person to another....even after being wronged so many times and being neglected of feelings by my very parents..i never complained. Sure my mind was in a dark place, but never did I let my thoughts out. I appreciated every Little thing, enjoyed every moment, tried to defend them for their mistakes but Life has a sick sense of humour.

It took me a whole year to realise that while I was lying on the floor, covered with blood..while the ones who put me in that position were celebrating. Celebrating my death..which was one minute away from me. But only if I hadn't realised it then I would have been dead by now.

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Consumed by my thoughts i didn't realise i was now suddenly on the ground. *Thud* someone else fell too, I guess I wasn't paying much attention in front of me. I quickly try to get up but fall back down as a sharp pain goes up from my foot all the way to my waist.

"Hey, are you okay?" A gentle and deep voice said. I look in front to see two striking, ocean eyes looking directly into mine. They were breathtaking...i couldn't help but get lost in his eyes for a hot minute until he reached his hand forward gesturing me to take his hand and get up. I reach forward and hold his hand as he pulls me up towards him. In an instant I'm now facing him, eye to eye. Our chests so close to eachothers. I am barely blinking as each time I blink I loose a second of being able to look at him. Just then I look down to my feet, aching with pain only to look up and realise the man is gone. I look around to steal another glance only to be fooled by myself. I had only paid attention to his eyes, i didn't know anything about his appearance other than his eyes. I noticed his broad figure, he seemed perfect and his captivating eyes make me want to get lost in them.

I shake myself off, getting suprised by myself. I've never felt affected by anyone's presence before. I never leaned towards the feeling of affection but what was I doing just now? I need to be focused. But right now I need to deal with this pain.

I walk the streets slightly limping over one foot, barely making it home. I reach for the door and enter the empty place I titled "Home". I go to my room only to see dirty sheets covered in blood...on my right I see a mess of a bookshelf, a desk with papers scattered all around and a wall with pictures and random things drawn on...it was more like an abandoned workplace rather than a home. A house I had not cared enough for. A house that was rightfully mine yet i couldn't sense comfort here. During the past few years...my life turned upside down, i thought as I walked over to the bathroom where I stared at my reflection in the mirror...at the monster I created.

I broke my own rules...if we get back at violence by using violence..in the end, we'll turn into a beast. If only I had not blurred and neglected my own ideology i would have had a better chance at being a better person. But Life has a sick sense of humour. In the end, there's no one by my side...not the people who raised me, not the people I shared a close bond with, not the people I saw everyday at school. Yes, I did go to school and i still study till this day but not for a degree or a job but for peace. It helps distract me when I'm out of my medicines...

Oh dear God, it's getting worse...

My vision is getting blurred... my shoulders feel heavy...i...need to lay down..I feel as if I'll pass out if I don't. I run back to my room and lay in the bed with bloody sheets over me. I take my dru- actually..it's better if I call them medicines...they aren't prescribed but rather suggested. I take three instead of one and pass out.

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"Where am I?...LET ME OUT!!" *banging on the door* "Let me out!" *Uneasy breathing*

Where am I....what is this place....It feels I've been here but I can't seem to recall where I am. I can feel a sharp pain in my chest...as if my insides were being twisted..I want out. I want out, I need to get out of here. I couldn't hear my thoughts over my frantic breathing...it got worse as I banged harder and louder on the door.. shouting and calling for a voice..for someone..anyone.

*Gasp!* I let out a painful sound as I look at my shaking hands with my eyes wide open.

"It was just a nightmare.." I said to myself...my breathing was still uneasy, I need to calm down. I walk out of my room and make my way to the bathroom where I turned towards the bathtub I had never really used, I go forward and sit in the tub still fully clothed. I turn the water on as I lie down on my back waiting to be submerged in the water soon.

Ughh this is so annoying, I'm not getting any work done im still at square one. I need to go out and find her soon. I wonder how she's doing..I hope she's alive still.

A high pitched noice rings in my ear. I open my eyes to see I'm under the water, i sit up straight and realise the water has flowed out the tub and now onto the floor making its way out the room. I quickly close the tap and remove my clothes. Now that the makeup is washed off my face I can see the stress on my face, clearly visible. The red spots on my cheeks..the dark circles under my eyes.

I am disgusted by my own face. I don't have my mother's blone hair or my dad's eyes, i sometimes wonder if they're my real parents but I've no memory of such a thing for me to believe it's true. Also it wouldn't make sense since I surely should have some sort of memory about it.

Whatever. I've got better shit to deal with rather than overthink. Ugh...I have to clean my house. Can't I just leave it for future me? Probably not...well then

*Sigh* Let's get to work.

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