The Stalker-- sorry My Stalker

Chapter 43: Burnt out

I am not happy with the last chapter at all I want to completely rewrite it. I'm so annoyed with myself honestly rereading it just makes me so frustrated chapter 42 could've been a whole lot better and could've made more sense. Well that's why there is editing I guess.

Read if you dare. 

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I'm really going to puke.

She gave me a huge hug. All I could see was the hazel eyes staring back at me. The hazel turning blue then hazel again. All that warm feeling for Blake disappeared disappointingly. While his sister embraced me as if my life wasn't completely torn apart.
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I would have loved to think this was all a delusion. This couldn't be real at all in any sense. Maybe I was experiencing a psychotic episode. Where none of the events taking place are even happening. That I am just imagining it with my brain. Maybe Blake had poisoned me with our food. He knew I was hungry enough to eat what he had given me. Just waiting for the moment to knock me down when I am most vulnerable. That must be why I am having those flashbacks of Thomas. It makes all the sense visioning it from that angle. That's why my cheeks are flushed red and hot assumingly. That is why my stomach is aching, rumbling all of a sudden. Why my throat is tightened feeling as though I can't breathe.

Yes, that's why.

As I imagine Thomas' mother standing in front of me. Her dark black-grey hair flowing past her shoulders. Her deep-set brown eyes gawking at me with a tremendous smile reaching her cheeks and eyes. A long flowy rose-filled black silk blouse with black high waist dress pants. Her pink heels fidgeting on its own. Clanking against the floor.

'You must be hallucinating. She would never move as such.'

You're right. She's too proper to do that. Why would she have been here? She was too nice to be here. Too kind to me. There was no way she was in the same vicinity as all of us were. 

'She would never be here, Trinity.'

Her deep brown eyes bellowed into my own. Unconsciously yet furiously.

'Hallucinating.'

Then why can I fucking feel her?

"Oh dear, what are you wearing sweetheart? Everything okay?" I was stuck in an embrace from an invisible woman. I widened my eyes to myself. Hallucinating. Blake drugged me, didn't he?

Thomas.

Thomas. Couldn't be here. My eyes were playing heavy tricks on me. His messy light brown locks sprawled against his face. His hazel eyes staring intently into my own. A sorrowful glance. He wasn't real. Although he certainly did mirror so. Why are my senses acting up? Playing games with me.

Then there goes, Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. He was remarkably real. He stared at me awfully. Shockingly Intriguingly. He must've felt as sick as I feel. I see it in his turned-up features. Hands tugging his hair. Veins poking out from his neck. He grabbed onto the wall. Next to the fridge. Blue eyes glancing at mine. I know the look he's giving me. I know I know. I'm sorry I'm hallucinating. I can't think straight. This music blasting in my ears. Don't get mad, Blake. I know you're scared for me, Blake. I'm fine. Keep those marbles to themselves. Stop staring at me like I'm crazy.