My breathing quickens and I stare at Daxon.
What did he just do?
His gaze falls on me and the smile on his face fades. I take a step back.
"Oh no, I scared you." He tucks the gun back in his sweatshirt and moves towards me.
I hold up my trembling arm and he halts.
"I want to walk home alone. Don't follow me." I turn on my heel and walk away from him, hurrying to leave the scene.
Daxon killed him.
"Naomi!" I ignore him.
I need time to think. I just have to think.
Daxon's going to prison and he's trying to make me his fucking accomplice.
I can't believe it. I liked that suit guy. Moe.
No, no. These aren't the right thoughts. I should feel bad, I should be terrified. I am terrified. I do feel bad.
I do.
What the fuck does he think he's doing? What the fuck even was that?
If people could go around killing people I wouldn't be so much of a nutcase, I could just...
Do what I want.
I stop, staring at the sidewalk below me.
That isn't what you want. It's not.
My hands still shake and my heart pounds hard in my chest.
I need my meds.
I jog down the block, open my door, and slip off my bookbag, running up the stairs.
I won't let this miss up my progress. I can't let this fuck up my system. I'm already satisfied fucking with people's heads. I can't want more than that.
I enter my room, pulling open the drawer with the last tube of pills I stuck back here a couple months ago.
My parents just give them to me now. They know better than to check whether or not I'm actually taking them.
I pop the top and take two capsules, swallowing the down dry.
This will give me peace.
The bitter taste lingers in my mouth. I mope over to my bed, turning myself over and on to it.
It didn't even happen. You didn't see it.
You don't want to be behind the trigger.
I shake my head, taking a deep breath.
I sit up, pulling my shirt over my head and undoing the buttons on my jeans.
The path of the hallway stands empty as I undress to the bathroom, discarding my clothes on the way.
I go in the room, naked, moving right into the bath.
This is stupid. I knew he was bad news.
The hot water coats my skin, steaming up the air around me. I scrub and scrub, hard against my body.
My mind is the most filthy part of me and I can't reach it. If soap was edible, would that make me better?
The meds set in as I wash the suds off my body. A hum begins, drowning out my emotions, pushing me into a box with my head.
Good.
I finish the shower, wipe myself down with a towel, and dry my hair. Walking back to my room, I put on some lotion, perfume, and Vaseline on my lips.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Lost Minds
Romance"Naomi, you've been missing for days! Hear me out." He grabs my arm, pulling me close into his chest. I try to fling his grip off of my wrist but he holds tight. "Let me go." I breathe out through clenched teeth. He has no right to ask me anything...