❝ Beware of the one who lives with you. At night, even shadows look like monsters. ❞
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I remember my mother warning me from staying over at anyone's place. I was a stubborn girl then and never bothered to kno...
❝ In fairytales when it's midnight miracles take place. In my story, a monster rises. ❞
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end || ❛ rebirth ❜
Devika
He hovers above me, his eyes turning black while a malicious grin etches on his blood coated lips. "Sweetheart, I hope you've said your last prayers."
My breath clams up in my throat, suffocating me. Tears make their way down my cheek as a familiar exhaustion and fear wraps around me.
He will kill me.
The cold metal of the blade pricks my throat, moving in slowly. I cough, struggling in pain. My body lays numb and stiff, making it impossible for me to fight back. The temperature increases tremendously, making me sweat profusely.
He laughs, his devilish laughter echoing in my room. He leans in, too close for my comfort. I can see fear, my fear, reflecting in his eyes.
A certain roughness rubs against my hand, leaving behind a wet stain. A small whining sounds as my bed dips slightly to my left and he disappears, leaving behind a frightening trail of silence.
My body relaxes and I sit up with a start. Catching my breath, I wipe away my tears.
It was just a dream. He isn't here. He cannot kill me. He cannot do anything to me.
He died months ago!
A small weight lays on my legs, whining softly for attention. I look down to find Chestnut on my lap, looking at me worriedly.
He pauses and gets to his paws, climbing on me. Tilting his head slightly, he stares at momentarily before licking my tear stained cheek.
Smiling a little, I pull him in my arms and kiss his face. He wags his tail happily before jumping out off my arms and running out of the room.
My hands travel upto my neck, touching the spot where his knife was once placed. The small scar stings and I withdraw my hand, getting off the bed.
Washing my face, I sit at my desk and pull out my diary, writing down my second entry of the day.
'Five days.
Just five days at a friend's house showed me how wrong I was with many things. Trusting people easily, chasing love, pleasing people, trying to get some attention and what not.
My first case of love, unrequited and buried in a corner of my heart, didn't hurt as much as the betrayal from the second did.
