Deadly innocence

Four

Hope's POV

I chew my bottom lip and stare at my reflection.

The same green eyes, brown hair and cream colored skin as always meet my eyes.

But I swear something's changed.

Ever since I saw that dark glint in his eyes, I've found myself looking for the same in myself.

Why? I couldn't tell you.

Maybe I just need some fesh air.

I'll go to the park later, clear my head.

Yeah, that's it. I've just been cooped up too long.

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I swing my legs forward to get momentum on the swing.

I've been at the park for a few hours now, just trying to think over what's been happening.

I sigh and jump off the swing, my feet digging into the asphalt.

I pull my hood up and walk to the street, staring at the ground.

I know I'm normal, but still, I've felt something...out of place, recently. Like a dormant part of me is stirring.

I always walk with my head down, and often pay the price for that.

Which is exactly what happens when I run headfirst into someone's chest.

I start to fall back but someone grabs my arm, steadying me.

I look up and find myself staring into the same icy eyes that have been on my mind all week.

"You should watch where you're going." He says, amusement lacing his tone.

"I know. Sorry." I say shortly, pulling away from him and rubbing my arm.

He raises an eyebrow. "You're a bad actress."

"I-"

"Don't worry. I get it a lot." There's no sadness or remorse or even annoyance in his tone, just cool indifference.

I can't think of what to say, so I just nod mutely.

He scrutinizes my face.

"It's Hope, right?"

Do I give the insane murderer my name?

"Yeah."

Apparently so.

He looks like he's deep in thought.

"Hm. Well, it was nice seeing you." He says, and turns abruptly.

What the Hell?

I shake my head as I watch him leaving.

So why did it seem so natural?