Bella is asleep on the
couch, sedated.
Randy is lying next to
me, his body curled into mine, his hand draped over my chest. I can feel him breathing, the warmth of his
skin. He’s alive.
For now.
I glance up at the
ceiling. The visions haven’t left me
completely. I didn’t expect them
to.
The dirty, white plaster
seems to bleed, red blossoming like blood through a cloth bandage. It doesn’t scare me. Not anymore.
I have already seen far worse.
No, as I watch the bright
red turn to crimson, as I watch the white become saturated with gore, I wonder…
There is one more name on
that list.
Dina.
She could be a problem.
I would need to find out
what I could about her.
As I drift towards sleep,
my mind wanders to Janelle.
I had watched her.
I had seen how she had
progressed from her first few messages, to her last days.
Would I change as much as
her?
Would Randy?
I couldn’t let that
happen.
I would kill before I let
that happen.
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