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“Then you aren’t trying to feel something, you’re trying to relieve your guilt by punishing yourself.
Her mind may piss me off, but she’s beautiful.
She’s the image of heartache—and I want the pain she instills inside my heart forever.
I don’t like being teased if I can’t have the prize.
“You looked on purpose, so I wanted you to see what you won’t be having.”
“You sure about that?”
“If I’m tragic, what does that make you?”
“Cruel.”
The rain stopped thirty minutes ago, but the moisture is still heavy in the air. I like that about rainy days. The weight makes me feel like it’s okay to be down.
I focus on the blood on my hands. It looks so much like the night I tried to die. Red. Every shade of red. Bright at first and then thick crimson and rose, dulling to maroon.
“Why did you do it?”
“Because you were hurt and I—”
“Not that,”
“Who… Who hurt you so bad that you wa...
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“Well, it wasn’t just one person.”
“Why do you want to know? I thought I repulsed you.”
“You do.”
“But it only makes you all the more a wonder. So again, who could possibly plant such dark, sinister s...
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“The lobby now has surveillance, and if you leave Harlow for good, you must check out or they’ll report you missing.”
“Do you think it’s about those missing people?
“From like ten years ago? I don’t think they’re actually missing. I think they’re dead an...
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“Sidney says that if you don’t push your shoes up against the door at night that they’ll whisper underneath it,”
“Right now, I feel sane. I know that deep down, I don’t really want to die. I like looking outside at the clouds touching the trees. I like the crisp air in my lungs. I am content being here. But tonight, that could change. Tomorrow, it could change. There’s no telling what will trigger me. What will make me throw in the towel? I know I’m sick. But in those dark moments… I can’t seem to think rationally. Not sane.”
“I tried to kill myself in the bathrooms.
But the second my feet left the stool, Liam was already holding my legs, keeping the weight of my foolish act from killing me.”
I enjoy sitting in solitude. Some people hate it, feel vulnerable even, but there’s nothing more peaceful than embracing your own silence.
“So why this creepy game?”
“The positions of the rooms are accurate to this building. It’s rumored that the murder weapons and playable characters in the game are all based on unsolved events that happened here.”
“No.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard it’s true too.”
“No one knows exactly which stories are true. They all interconnect, you see, but no one knows what ever became of them.”
Why dull life with the bleary lines that the adult world draws for us? I want to be childish. I want to run free with all the dark things in the night.
The board itself is strange, with images of insects and bones spread throughout the rooms like decorations. I’ve seen these images before… Liam’s journal.
His journal was packed with research, some of which was in Latin.
I am not ashamed of my body. No. In fact, I think I look pretty good. But I hate people looking at me.
The few people that I call my friends are as sick as I am, and I’ve never felt like I’ve belonged somewhere more.
Truth or dare, sunshine?”
“Dare.”
“Kiss me.”
I lean forward and give him a quick peck on the lips.
“What was that?”
“You call that a kiss?”
“Here’s your kiss, masochist.”
Why’d he have to be so fucking beautiful? I hate this man. I hate him.
“This is what you get for teasing me before.”
“I remember you promising to unalign my hips by morning days ago,”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“Maybe,”
“As long as you don’t get the wrong idea.”
“And what idea would ...
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