I WANT TO KILL YOU

His words drag me back to reality. They are so deep that I don't just hear them, I feel them deep down my bones, body, and soul.

It's so cold and at the same time warm. I can feel them and it feels like I can touch them too.

I've never known words can penetrate that deep. Nobody's words have ever penetrated that deep into me but his does.

Why? Why does it? I'm getting frustrated with each passing minute! Why do everything he does have an impact on me?

Things never do, why then is his different? Why is his trying to push through my barrier?

I grit my teeth and stare at him, realizing that he is indeed still alive when should he be dead.

I have almost forgotten about him. I tend to do that each time I doze off. I hope you are not getting me wrong. I hope you are not getting the word 'doze' wrong because it doesn't in any way relate to sleep in that statement.

I drop my eyes on him. At the stranger who is making me feel things I haven't felt before and anger bubbles within me.

All I think about each time I stare at him is how I can strangle him to death. Of course, I have so many reasons to do that but I don't know why my legs feel suddenly heavy to move.

This is the height of betrayal. I can't believe my own body is betraying me just because of this stranger– this stranger that filtrated into my private space and saw things he shouldn't see.

Things that should have been kept between me and my mum. Things that an outsider shouldn't have been able to see.

I wonder what he thinks of me now. I wonder if he thinks me a witch too. I wouldn't blame him if he does. After all, he watched me kill my dad.

I don't know why I'm even thinking about that but I can't help it. I want to hear what he thinks of me and if he hates or likes me.

But when did I start caring if someone hates or likes me? I don't know. It has never happened before. Everything happening at this moment is foreign and I hate it so much yet have no control over it. Am I losing my self-built composure to him?

"This place is suffocating Bella. And for someone who just did all you did several minutes ago, I believe you need to cool off. And I think I'm the perfect guy to give you that. Follow me and I'll help you forget your sorrows. We can take a walk or go to the bar downtown. I want you to be fine. I do care about you."

I don't know why I'm laughing the moment he finished spilling the rubbish he calls words but I love that I am. I'm glad I'm laughing.

I can't believe he just said those words; "I think I'm the perfect guy to give me that." And "I do care about you."

I'm wondering when I told him I needed his help to cool off. But that is not the most important part as I'm also wondering if he thinks me a fool.

Does he think I'm all those girls who believe a dude can suddenly care about them in just a space of a few minutes?

Maybe he thinks those words will make me rush into his arms but they only make me so repulsive of him right now. And I want him out of this room, out of this house, and wherever his soul will be going. Yes, you heard me, all I want to do right now is choke him to death.

I look at him menacingly and take slow steps toward him, making sure to monitor his every movement.

He has a confused look as he watches me walk toward him.

It is clear he doesn't know what I'm about to do and if he is to run or stay.

His hands are still leisurely placed in his front pockets and although he is confused, he still has this calm aura around him. As if everything is under his control. As if he is so confident that I can do nothing to harm him.

I'm sure going to prove him wrong. I'm sure going to show him that I can get this drivel he is making me feel out of my lungs and do whatever I want to do to him. I'm sure going to show him that I'm the one in control here!

I look down at the door behind him and it bolts on its own accord. I immediately stare back at him to see if he will the least flinch but he doesn't. Even the confused look on his face seconds ago is gone. His face is blank.

The sight creeps me out. He should be the one afraid here not me. What is happening?

Although I want to stop walking and take another closer look at him, I don't.

I keep walking until we are inches apart, our eyes staring keenly at each other.

"I want to kill you. I want to feed on your heart. I want to do you all the things I did to my dad," I blurt out hoping to get a reaction this time and although I did get a reaction, it was nothing I expected from him.

He is laughing. The stranger is laughing! What the hell is funny? Do I look like a joker to him?

It takes him a minute or two to stop laughing and the moment he does, he begins grinning and starts fiddling with something in his pocket.

I wait to see whatever it is not one bit scared. Why would I when I can't die? Even if he shoots me I'm sure I'll survive.

His hand slowly comes out of his pocket and it is just a phone in it.

He raises it to my face and his grin suddenly turns to a smirk as he covers the remaining space between us, our noses almost touching. "I knew you would attempt this. For someone who killed her dad, why would I think you won't attempt to kill me? This phone in my hand has every detail of how you killed your dad. I have already sent the video to the cops. But luckily for you, it will deliver by eight in the morning unless I cancel it. And when I mean the cops, I mean all the cops all over the country. Do you still have the gut to kill me?"