I HATE YOU, BUT
#67
“Any once,” muttered Alena while looking at Jeane who was standing stiff, she tilted her head.
“Not usually Malvin asks you. Are you guys really in a special relationship?” Jeane realized Alena was asking him, he immediately dismissed his thoughts and smiled.
“That's how it is,” Alena nodded
“So so, Malvin says you're just regular friends.” Jeane did not reply, even just standing stiffly in place. He began to lose consciousness again.
“But why did Davian ask you too? Looks like he's worried once.”
Hearing Davian's name is said to make Jeane flinch, something in her heart suddenly rumbled and boiled. Jeane felt a piercing chill, he glanced at Alena who was smiling kindly at him, then came back to ring a cell phone. Alena is seen talking cheerfully on the phone. Jeane didn't really listen to what Alena was talking about.
“Why are those men acting so weird today? Looks like they were too suspicious because you visited today,” joked Alena. Jeane just stared at him blankly.
Alena asked him a question but his ears could not catch what the question was. Everything was silent, all that sounded were strange whispers.
He's the one who ruined your life. He's the one who messed things up. If he hadn't shown up, you'd be happy by now. If he didn't exist, maybe things would have been easier.
Jeane's already darkened eyes. He was really influenced by the dark side that he had been hiding from anyone. Alena was unaware of the change in her expression and aura that had suddenly turned dark. Jeane didn't realize at all that she had a kitchen knife in her hand.
“I'll drive you to the front, I happen to want to buy—“ Alena's words came to a halt when she turned to face Jeane, the girl holding a knife that pointed at her. His eyes widened and he saw Jeane's eyeballs empty, as if hypnotized. The girl moved towards him.
“Jeane..” laboriously Alena said, staring at Jeane with a pushy expression. She couldn't believe Jeane had stabbed her like this. He fell to his knees while holding his hand which was still stuck in the kitchen knife. Blood started pouring profusely down the floor and before his consciousness was gone, he still saw Jeane standing stiffly with a cold look.
Just when she heard Alena's voice lying on the floor, Jeane gasped. His eyes blinked several times like a person who had just awakened from hypnosis. He spread his gaze around and when he saw Alena lying in a bloodstained condition, his throat was suffocating. He held his breath in surprise.
Did I do it? Jeane's body shook with fear. How'this? What am I supposed to do? Suddenly a similar shadow appeared in his brain memory. The shadow of a person lying in a similar condition in a room.
No, what shadow is that..
“Tidaakkk.” Jeane clutched her own hair and fell out of steam. He was terrorized by a fear that once frustrated him and was treated by a psychiatrist. Her breathing was stingy, even Jeane felt her chest hurt so much. He had killed for the second time. He remembered now that the image of a person who was sprawled was the shadow of his mother's body which he killed with his own hands.
He has to help Alena this time. He does not want to be called a murderer, Alena should not die because of the actions of his dark side. Jeane's entire sense seemed to return but when he would rise suddenly the door slammed open and the figure that entered made Jeane widen his eyes.
"Davian..” end my history.
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