𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍.
❛ ALWAYS BE IN
YOUR CONTROL ❜
A hospital trip wasn't how Isabelle Nightly wanted the school dance to end but it doesn't take her long to realise that's the least of her problems.
Oh, and her neighbour w...
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( 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 )
Lydia was sat on a chair in her room with the door shut and locked as she rummaged around on her desk searching for the small, purple flower that Peter had asked her to keep. He had met her in school and gave her instructions to have it when they met later but she just couldn't find it.
Lydia sighed heavily, "Perfect."
She trudged outside to where they were the other day to see if there were any more flowers that she could replace it with but groaned when all she found were leaves. Then Lydia noticed the back gate was open once more. Hesitantly, she tip-toed barefoot to the gate and leant against it, trying to spot anyone there that shouldn't be there.
A sudden pull persuaded her to follow the driveway onto the road then into the woods. Which is exactly what she did. Still barefoot, she walked into the woods until a house appeared amongst the trees and mist. She peered behind her but no one was there so she took her time to approach the building.
"Hello?" Lydia called out as she opened the big white door to reveal a deserted room with dead leaves scattered around the wooden floor.
"Hello?" She made her way into one of the rooms, spinning around to see the marvellous detail that was put into it all but is now deserted.
Peter stood at the top of the stairs, watching her with a smile on his face, "Over here."
Lydia looked at him in slight concern as she approached slowly, "Is this your house?"
Peter nodded slightly. "It was. I'll tell you all about it." He then began to circle her like a predator, "But first - did you bring the flower?"
Lydia gulped and looked down guiltily, "I couldn't find it."
Peter stopped in front of her. "That's okay. But since you don't have it, I'm gonna need that kiss." He leaned forward as Lydia leaned back slightly, her instincts telling her not to, but Peter leaned forward even more, kissing her. As soon as their lips touched, Lydia's bad thoughts flew out the window as they both began to get more into it.
Until something changed.
The pretty, deserted house and young, teenage Peter changed into the reality of the old, burnt down Hale house and the dead Peter with his burns and scorch marks covering his whole body.
