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Just as I was about to turn around and head out of the kitchen, a voice caught me off guard. "Austin."I instantly recognized it; it was Samaria's. I turned around, my voice filled with surprise. "What are you doing here?"She responded, "You said I can live here."I raised an eyebrow, still taken aback. "I mean, what are you doing here at this time?"Samaria lifted her water bottle for me to see and explained, "I wanted water.""Ohh," I said with a nod, understanding her feelings."What about you?" she inquired, genuinely interested in my reason."Same, I wanted water," I replied, realizing we both had a similar need."Oh, okay," she acknowledged.I was about to walk past her and leave when she spoke again, her voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. "Are you able to get any sleep?"I paused, sensing her struggle. "Why did you ask?" I inquired, wanting to understand her situation better."I'm finding it hard to find some sleep, and I guess I need you to give me some tips," she exp
I could feel the beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, my body trembling as I struggled to control my breathing. With each beat, my heart thudded in my chest, its rhythm engulfing my senses. "Austin, you are really starting to scare me. Are you okay?" Samaria's voice trembled with concern as she tried to approach me. I raised my hand, signaling for her to hold back. If only I could find my voice, I would have warned her not to come any closer. "Austin, you need help. Please, let me help you," she pleaded, her voice laced with worry. I must admit, I find it difficult to believe her seemingly insincere concern, considering this is not the first time she has displayed such fake behavior. As I attempted to vocalize my thoughts, I suddenly experienced a numbing sensation, as if every ounce of feeling drained away. Each breath became increasingly arduous as if a vice were constricting my chest. In one moment, perspiration trickled down my forehead, while in the next, an icy chill s
It is really frustrating when I try everything, even sleeping pills, and still can not get any shut-eye. It's as if sleep is playing hard to get with me. And in those moments when I discover myself not being able to sleep, I find myself gazing at the sky, watching the moon disappear and the sunrise, it's like time stands still. The sky has this magical power to always calm my nerves and bring a sense of relief and comfort. It's almost like a gentle reminder that everything will be okay, although I know it isn’t. Last night was such a long and exhausting night for me. I was really looking forward to getting the sleep I desperately deserved. But thanks to Samaria and her fake care towards me, I didn’t get the sleep. Her presence just throws me off balance and makes me feel so restless and uneasy. It's like my body and mind refuse to relax when she is around me. And just like that, the sleeping pills I took lost their magic powers against her. Using the back of my hand to delicately ru
~ BELLA’S POVI can not bring myself to believe that what I saw is a reality. Austin and Samaria… seriously? Is he back with her?Of course he is, she said the sentence "I love you too." That only means one thing. He must have said it to her first.On my god! Austin and Samaria!This is bad, this is really really bad. They can not be together, this is not a good thing for either of them. Samaria is of no good to him. She’s just gonna hurt him again like she did before, put him in a terrible position where he has to deal with depression and anxiety. I can’t let Austin go through that again, he shouldn’t be in such a position again.It’s bad for him.He has already dealt with so many things. Being back with Samaria will just make things worse for him, not to mention that the pains he is currently trying to get over will be like a fresh wound in his heart when she dumps him again. It’s going to hurt him more than it already is and everything will be screwed up again. Austin will change
"Where did you get that?" I ask, my eyes darting from the locket to her face, curiosity bubbling inside me. "What are you talking about?" Samaria asked, a look of confusion on her face.I pointed at the locket in question and replied, "That locket. Where did you get it?" As I reached out to touch it, I couldn't help but notice that it felt exactly like mine—a smooth, metallic surface. I had seen many lockets before, but none quite like this.The situation felt incredibly strange. How did Samaria end up having the same locket as me?"This is a bit awkward," she said, gently removing my hands from the locket. "I know it's a beautiful piece, but there's no need to act so strangely about it.""Where did you get it from?" I asked again, my curiosity piqued.With a groan, she responded, "You are acting really strange about this but If you must know, it's from my parents. They gave it to me on my... my tenth birthday.""Tenth birthday," I quickly interjected, voicing out the words I presume
I waste zero time and immediately open Samaria's locket. And when my eyes land on the picture, my body freezes momentarily as my eyes widen in absolute shock and disbelief. Holy shit! No way, this is real!I had a prediction about this but I didn’t think it would turn out to be true.I couldn't tear my eyes away from the locket, but as Samaria began to leave the room, I hastily called out her name, desperate to share my newfound revelation. She turned around, her eyes filled with curiosity, waiting for my next words."Wait, Samaria!" I blurted out. "I have one last question for you."With a slight tilt of her head, she asked, "What is it?"I took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know what your mom looks like?"Her face fell slightly as she replied, "No, the tugged-up picture I have of her is slightly shed. Neither her face nor anyone's face is visible." Confusion etched across her features, she added, "Why did you ask?"My heart raced as I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. "
"It's great to see you again, Bella! I must admit, I was quite taken aback when you mentioned that you urgently needed to meet with me. I sincerely hope that everything is fine and there are no pressing issues," he said in a calm manner.Sitting across from me was none other than Uncle Martin, a figure with an air of mystery surrounding him. Without wasting a single moment, I promptly contacted him and requested his presence. Initially, he displayed some hesitation, but when I mentioned Austin's name as a persuasive factor, he swiftly acquiesced and wasted no time in joining us."You don't have to put up a facade of pleasantness now that Austin isn't around," I remarked, hinting at a sense of skepticism in my tone."Well, if that's the case, why am I even here?" he asked sternly, his voice dripping with rudeness and annoyance.I couldn't help but cringe at the sound of his voice. In response to his question, I mustered up the courage to answer, "I called you here because there seems t
Still recovering from the pain, Uncle Martin repeated, "I will tell you everything you need to know." "Alright, start talking nowhere !" Samaria commanded, her voice filled with an air of authority. Uncle Martin managed to recover from the taser zap, his eyes tearing up as he looked at Samaria. It seemed like the shock had made his eyes water. "You are a wicked woman!" he ranted, his words filled with anger and frustration. "Well, what can I say? I learned from the best, didn't I, old man?" Samaria asked proudly, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I could tell she was referring to him. "You are sick! A sick freakin' bastard!" Uncle Martin growled angrily, his voice seething with resentment. "When I said 'talk,' I didn't mean that you should talk ill about me. So shut the fuck off and speak words that I actually like, otherwise..." Samaria trailed off, her voice trailed off, leaving the threat hanging in the air as she turned the taser back on. The tension in the room was palpable, a