Photo : Radiance Collins
Song : Blue by Troye Sivan
My phone died when I was finishing editing... Welp. Anyways, enjoy!
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Radiance Collins' POV
Numb.
That's basically how I feel everyday since nine.
I don't feel pain anymore.
I no longer feel.
My sides hurt. But yet I feel nothing. Just its stinging sensation.
I was already late, considering I was suppose to be cooking lunch now. But I don't care anymore. Ever since he left, I no longer feel. I don't care about anything anymore, except about myself.
Shame, really.
When I got closer to the neighborhood filled with constant howls at night, murmurs became significantly louder.
The police were crowding around my hell hole. Curious, I got closer to take a better peek at it.
I casually walked under the yellow banner which wrote 'DO NOT CROSS' but I don't really care.
It's my hell hole.
"Who are you? You are not allowed to enter without permission."
"I live here. What happened?"
"Brenda and Judah Collins were murdered." And that may or may not have been one of the best news I've ever received in my life.
But where am I going to go now?
In another three months, I'd be eighteen.
Not that I'm complaining about their sudden deaths. I don't care who murdered them. They'd done me a favor indirectly.
"Whatever. I'm just going to grab my stuff and move out."
"Miss, you can't!" I ignored their protests, and walked up the stairs.
I entered the room, not knowing how to feel about it.
'I will find you, and I will kill you.'
Fear? No. Creepy? Definitely.
It was written in blood, which I do not plan on finding out whose it belongs to.
The room's still neat, the walls were just smeared with blood.
Sighing, I got out my escape bag and packed some decent clothes. I took my slippers, they're easy to wear. There were only a few pieces of decent clothing, so it wouldn't fill up the whole bag. I grabbed all my undergarments. My eyes landed onto a photo.
A photo I found somewhere. I'd kept it because he was cute. His tongue was stuck out, posing the the photo. I shoved the photo into the pocket of my worn out jeans.
I've hidden some money under my bed. Hopefully no one took them. I walked over to my made bed. Thankfully, the money was still under the mattress.
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