They all looked at me like I said something insane—most probably I did. What else do you expect from someone who IS insane. Besides I kept a censor because Nico was there. Didn't want to terrify the boy. Oh, but you know my favourite part? her...

  Her reaction, her quick panic when I looked at her gosh, she could become my muse easily. Her reaction was so fucking entertaining. Makes me wonder what secrets she hides under this mask of professionalism. Who knows maybe she's just as crazy as the people in here...Gosh what the fuck am I thinking. For fuck's sake she's a psychiatrist Riven.

  I so love seeing people unsure of themselves: plus, points if it's because of me. The small crack in her voice when she said my name.? Beautiful. Gods I want to see more of it.

  Honestly, it was amusing seeing her like this , but she still didn't break...I want her to break—I need her to break because yes, it does bother me that she's immune to all my tactics , or she acts like she is but I'm damn sure she isn't.

  No one is.

  Fuck...pretty shrink what are you doing to me?

  "Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us, Riven." She says it in a...nice way. I don't know how else to describe it. As if she means it. As if I'm human. I almost smiled when she thanked me. Almost. But then I remembered what happens to people whom I smile at. They don't live for too long. And I don't think I want that for her...not yet at least.

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  Screams,

  Loud, chilling,

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  And they belong to her...

  I frantically follow the sound to find its source half stumbling half running I don't know. But I know the sound all too well—Its Inez's...Reaching her room, I see a horrifying scene unfold. She's dying. There, I see my own self stabbing her with the exact knife Elara gifted. Once.

  She screams

  Twice.

  She screams again.

  Thrice.

  Nothing.

  I try to run, towards her or away from her anything. I try to run but I can't...I'm frozen on the spot forced to watch as the life drains out of her eyes, as her body twitches and eventually stops...

  And I am the cause of it. I am the monster people tell their kids about at night. She looks almost peaceful in her death...almost as if she's happy to be away from this world—to be away from me.

  And who wouldn't be?

  She slumps onto the ground, the knife still buried in her chest. My hands feel numb. My brain feels numb. I feel numb.

  Only when her lifeless body collapses on the floor, I am able to move. I run towards her and I'm pretty sure I tripped on the way but who gives a damn. Cradling her body against my chest I say something, but I don't know what.

  "No...pls..."

  Of course my words wont magically make her come back to life, wont undo whatever mess I have created because no matter how much I might try to run from it...this is what I am, I am grief, I am death, I am the very devil god sends to people whom he dislikes.

  Tears flow down my face. I haven't cried in a long time but right now I don't care...about anything but her. Strands of brown hair covered in blood, clothes soaked with it, and yet...and yet she looks so peaceful...so happy in her death. A bitter scoff escapes me amidst the tears. Of course she is happy to be away from me.

  I hear screams but this time they belong to me.

  Raw and filled with unbridled anguish.