OLIVIA.
I couldn’t sleep. Not when everything was at stake. So when I felt Brian get close to me, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, felt him kiss my cheeks tenderly. And then he left.
No goodbye. Nothing.
And perhaps it was better that way.
I got out of bed and stood next to the window, watching as he exited the house and another figure followed behind him. I had no doubt it was Nate.
I watched until they both disappeared from my vision. And then I began.
I didn’t hesitate to cut my hand with a knife. I closed my eyes when the blood rushed out like water from tap. I let it drop on the bed, coloring the white sheet a bright red.
Once there was enough blood, I let it trail downstairs with me, leaving bloodstained footsteps behind and a few clothing of mine that had bee
