(Sorry guys!
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)Flash tick. Flash tick. Flash tick.
I wasn’t afraid of quiet or the dark per se
Recently I’ve been sleeping out in the living room, just to see if the change in atmosphere would help.
I blinked my groggy eyes and strained my vision to see him clearer
Overall, he looked strikingly similar to a smug lion about to steal the last breath of its prey’s life…
The words seemed to tumble out of my mouth like a landslide.
Mark stepped away from the door, a vile shimmer in his golden eyes.
His nostrils were flared and his fists were clench so tight his knuckles were turning white.
He started walking towards be, so I began to crawl backwards. “Eight months I’ve been trapped in an eight by five cell with a serial killer named Vic. Eight months I spend in that God forsaken place. Eight months livin’ offa’ the most disgusting food you’ve ever ate…”
Although, at the moment, it's about 80% clear. xDWhen I cringed into the far wall, he took a deep breath and stopped. “Eight months, Bryon, and it’s all because of you.”
Mark started to come closer. [s]and[/s] Since I didn’t have anywhere else to crawl, I [s]started rambling[/s] rambled on.
Bryon!” he [s]bellowed[/s] shouted/ yelled.
Do you think I squealed?”
He sighed. “Naw, man.
Just then, he smiled an evil grin
Faster than I could protest,
he brought the weapon forward and sliced what felt like my whole cheek off.
probably a mirror, now stained dark scarlet with my blood.
Mark pondered, unmistakably enjoying watching me squirm. "I wonder if
He chuckled three times.
“What did they ever do to you?” I demanded.
I [s]pleaded[/s] begged one last time.
“Why shouldn’t I?” he [s]countered[/s] answered.
Suddenly his dark façade chipped away, letting me glimpse into the real Mark; the Mark who was [s]aching[/s] hurting deep inside.
The [s]anguish[/s] hurt in his voice hit me like a bullet.
I opened my mouth to apologize, but thought better of it and shut it. Maybe if I played along, he would forget about his ‘other intentions’.
“I regret doing it. Don’t think any different.”
His voice, along with his expression, turned sinister; his eyes turning into gold ice.
“All I ever tried to do was bring money to this [s]household[/s] house.
That lit [s]some sort of[/s] a fuse inside of me[s], so[/s]. I pushed my fear and [s]anguish aside[/s] hurt away and lunged onto Mark.
Mark jerked me around so he was pinning me to the ground, but I punched him square in the nose before he could do anymore damage.
I grabbed the glass and pinned him to the ground, the sharp ended point mere inches from his [s]throat[/s] neck.
Mark knew [s]this[/s] that too. [s]so[/s] He flipped me over and was about to stab me directly in the heart when the door started rattling again.
Mark jumped off me quickly, his eyes wild [s]with excitement and fear[/s].
He offered me a wink and a parting grin before [s]dashing[/s] running off somewhere out of [s]my range of[/s] sight.
“It’s me, Mr. Brown; your next-door neighbour
But Mr. Brown insisted on coming in. When he saw me lying on the floor covered in blood, he [s]rushed[/s] ran over to my side.
he [s]questioned[/s] asked, his hands floating above me uncertainly.
I waved him off dismissively.
Until he mentioned [s]her[/s] Mom, I had completely forgotten.
I tried to grin back, but my face objected.
I shuffled to the bathroom and spit the gob of blood/saliva mix swishing around in my mouth out into the sink before looking up into the mirror.
and [s]judging[/s] from by the open window beside it, I had a feeling it was from Mark.
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