29 April 2012
His voice echoes in the dark night. I wince. I can recognize the way he breathes. "Tristan?" I cry out. He doesn't respond. I know he's here, and not for the reason I pray he is. The blonde isn't here to smother me in kisses or tell me he loves me.
He's here to kill me.
"T-Tristan," it comes out as a statement now. There's no fooling me. "Seriously, I know you're here."
There's no response. He has to stop being so quiet. I blink, and he takes me by surprise. The sharp metallic feel of his knife dances sadistically on my collarbone and I know I'm a goner.
*** Yup I don't know what that was.
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