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her back to the door. The covers had slipped down
to reveal her nude back. I stood there staring at it; the bare, perfect skin
tormenting me. It was so perfect and unmarked. She could just go where I
couldn’t find her. She wore a disguise‒a beautiful disguise. She could
hide anywhere and pretend to be anything. She did not have the hideous scars on
her back like I did, spelling out to all who saw just what I was. My father had
seen it, and tried to beat it out of me. Or did he put it in me in the first place?
I couldn’t think. My mind was too thick and nothing made sense.
    I fell onto the
bed clumsily, and still she didn’t move. She used to flinch when I came near;
now there was nothing. I reached my hand out, placing the flat of my palm
against her soft and perfect skin. My mind swirled and I closed my eyes to try
and steady the world, but instead I saw that whip. My father’s favorite whip.
The thick brown leather that he oiled with love and care. The smell… oh God
that smell of the freshly oiled leather…
    I imagined it
flinging through the air to land on her back, ripping open that skin with a
viciousness that could never, ever be repaired. But there wouldn’t be blood.
Something else would erupt‒black flies, screaming out as a strong hoard
from her decaying inside.
    Where the hell
did that come from? The diary. That twisted, awful, delusional diary.
    Fuck. I was
thinking like my uncle. Insanity must be hereditary. Fuck. “ Fuck!” I
spat out.
    Only then did
she turn, sitting and letting the sheet fall from her, her breasts revealed.
    Her eyes
searched me‒cold and uncaring. “What is it?”
    “Nothing,” I
muttered, pushing away, away from her and the bed, finding my feet in a
stumble.
    “What are you
doing? Where are you going?” She didn’t sound like she cared. Why didn’t she
fucking care? Then I remembered. Of course, she wouldn’t. She would never care.
    “Just stay away
from me.” I lurched toward the door, grabbing onto the frame for support as I
tried to get my feet to work properly.
    “Why?” she asked
simply, but not moving.
    “Because you’ll
hurt me,” I managed to say. Where did that come from? “I mean I’ll hurt you.”
My voice was a slur, and it was too hard to lift my head to look at her. I
could feel her eyes on me though, weighing me down.
    I had to get
away. Stumbling, I made my way down the hall to the gym, slamming the door
behind me in case she might follow. I rested my head against it as I tried to
breathe, before letting myself sink down to the ground.
    They stared at
me. Out of the dark swirls of the tree that formed the mural covering the wall,
the faces all gazed at me‒resentful and seething.
    ‘Fuck you,” I
told them. “I beat all of you. Every single one of you are rotting in the
ground because of me.”
    I shut my eyes
and lay myself down on the floor, but the world still wouldn’t stop spinning.

Chapter Four
    The phone call came at 5.05 pm. The guy
from yesterday had to die and Antony didn’t have the balls to do it. I was
expecting the call.
    “I’ll take care
of it,” was all I said as Antony gave me the news and then I ended the call. If
he felt like a fucking idiot for not taking my advice, I didn’t need to hear
about it.
    “Are you going
out?” Rachel had paused with the knife in her hand as she chopped up a carrot.
    “Later. I’ll eat
with you first.”
    She resumed
chopping. The knife was sharp but her skills weren’t up to par and the blade
sliced through her finger, blood blooming instantly. Red blood. Not black. No
flies like in my crazy dream. I stared stupidly for a moment as she gave a gasp
of pain and clutched at it.
    Then I took
control and reached for her, taking her finger to inspect. “It’s just a small
wound.”
    “Yeah, well it
hurts like hell. I need a‒”
    Her words died
away as I lifted that finger up to my mouth and closed my lips over it, sucking
away the blood.
    Her mouth opened
in surprise and her eyes