Hope
First, it was anger. A fucking burning rage, Then it turns to hunger.
Not the kind of hunger that could be satisfied by food. Every voice in my head is screaming at me to go for the kill.
Landon doesn't deserve to live. He should be sent to hell by you, just the same way you sent your uncle to hell…
It's fucking tormenting, eating me up, and I'm becoming more and more restless with time.
It's nighttime, almost 12:30 a.m., and I've been fucking battling with this since I suddenly jolted awake at 12:00 a.m.
Landon is in the next room. A VIP as well, with no one with him. I can't fucking get my mind off it no matter how much I try. And the worst part is that I fucking don't want to harm him but the voices in my head wants that
I take a deep breath and try to think of something else. Food. Class. My mates?
"Do you want to take a walk?" Lizzie mumbles, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
