Knox Carson
Knox has never been normal
He's always had that itching feeling in his hands to strangle something... someone
He always had that dark voice in his mind that whispered for him to do bad things.
He's always had anger coursing through his...
"Your hands are scarred from murder, and yet I trust them completely"
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✖️Marigold✖️
"Your clothes..." I trailed off He looked down, silent for a moment before he grimaced slightly "You uh... you were kinda sick on me" he said after a moment "Really?" I asked horrified.
I had never once been sick in all of my drunken nights... I can't believe I had done that. "I- I am so sorry" I apologised. Oh my god I'm so fucking embarrassed "It's fine, it was all worth it in the end" he smiled "What do you mean?" I asked "The kiss?..." he trailed off, watching my face for a reaction.
It was then that it flashed in my head, I kissed him. Oh god I kissed him "Knox I- I'm so sorry" I said again, his brows furrowed as he frowned at me "Sorry for what?" He asked "For- well for kissing you, I'm sorry I was just drunk... and I don't want to lose you as a friend just cause of a stupid fucking kiss" I rambled desperately.
I liked Knox, maybe a bit more than a friend should But it wasn't long since I broke up with Maddox And I didn't know if Knox even liked me like that.
"Stupid?" He echoed "Please can we... can we just forget about it? I don't want to lose you Knox" I asked I didn't want him to think I was a creep trying to kiss him drunkenly He was silent. Completely silent. His eyes downcast on the bed "Yeah... sure" he said simply, getting up from the bed.
"Knox?" I asked unsurely He just kept walking towards the window "Knox?" I asked again. He stopped, staring out into the garden before going to the door instead, clearly deciding to leave Why did he go to the window? "Knox?" I shouted, rushing after him.
"I gotta go" He mumbled "What? I- I thought maybe we could go have breakfast or something?" I asked, it was Sunday after all, and I wanted to hang out with him more.
"I got stuff to do, I'll uh, I'll call you later" He grumbled "But you..." the front door shut "Don't have my number" I sighed.
✖️Knox✖️
She fucking regrets it! "She. Fucking. Regrets. It!" I shouted, punching a hole in my bedroom wall I do all this. All this for her And she fucking apologised for kissing me.
She's just confused. She just doesn't realise what she wants yet. And she wants me. I know she does I just have to give her a gentle push.
But before that, I had to get rid of the bloody clothes from last night I grabbed the bag from the wardrobe and went into the back garden, heading out into the forest behind my house.
