Have you ever dreamt of falling and waking with a thud, as if you had fallen from a great height and had been spared from death? Imagine dreaming of being chased, always one step ahead but never reaching the exit, that was what Raven dreamed of ever since that night. Even when she closed her eyes he was there, his wicked grin and wild eyes haunting her. Raven could still feel the warm blood of her best friend stained on her hands and no matter how many times she scrubbed it away she still felt the sensation, like a tattoo marking her skin for the rest of time, a warning, and a memory.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo3YUk1L8m3
As the days past by her Raven struggled to forget that nightmarish party and the sight of 8 dead bodies strewn across the landing floor. His manic movements behind her eyes stir Raven from rest, a horrid reminder of how close she came to death. Carrying on with a mundane life took a toll on the student, how could she keep going like it never happened and pretend that she wasn't prey to a maddened serial killer. A part of her, one that she tried to burry deep down wished she had died along with the rest of them that night...perhaps it would have been kinder but instead she had to live knowing that he was still out there...waiting for his chance.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ76UgLLxnXi
Pitiful eyes watched her as Raven continued on with life. Classes were still hard at least that had not changed but the way her teachers stepped carefully around her and the other students refrained from looking her in the eye reminded Raven that everything had changed, it was as if she herself had murdered her dorm mates. Worst of all, there was this lingering feeling in her chest, a sensation not unlike a desperate longing, something that caused poor Raven deep shame. She longed for him.. dreamt of nothing but his stark blue eyes, his dashing words, the way his hands grasped her waist and pulled her close, and his knife digging into her breast bone.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLvngeAkFae
Many nights were awoken with terror and a hot need pooling in the pit of her stomach, his words.. tantalizing whispers in her mind...had she gone mad? How could she fantasize about him, how could a victim want her attacker so badly, was this stockholm syndrome? Or had he broken some part of her causing only darkness to mold in its wake. It was a question that lingered in the coming days, it ate away at her.
As life started to go back to having some form of normalcy Raven began to sense something impending. Was it doom, was it death or perhaps a reawakening? Little did she know the true horror that would sit outside her window that night, watching and waiting for his chance to strike, to take the one that got away and make her his forevermore. This is only the beginning of her story.
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