Adopted By 5SOS

Chapter 69. (Possessed)

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69 with Luke Hemmings am I right

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Chapter 68. (Previously in Adopted By 5SOS)

I woke up feeling different.

It wasn't much of a feeling actually, considering I couldn't feel my body. I could feel I was alive. Sort of.

I could think and faintly are that's all I could do.

All I could see was a dark room, my dark room.

I felt myself get up, but I wasn't controlling myself.

I started to panic, this foreign feeling making me uncomfortable, I was completely out of control.

My body started to walk to the bathroom door, carefully stepping over broken and mangled objects scattered around the floor.

My hand opened the door, switching on the light before walking to the mirror, my eyes suddenly looked up and I gasped inwardly.

My eyes were completely black.

"Time to Play"

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Chapter 69.

I now know what is happening.

She's taken over my body, she's inside of me...I'm possessed.

She smirked, obviously knowing that I could see, but not move or speak.

She shut off the lights and walked out of the bathroom, quietly shutting the door before making her way towards the door to exit my bedroom.

Oh god no.

I could tell she was smirking at my nervousness.

This was all my fault, the boys are going to be hurt all because of me. I told them not to give me the medicine!

She grabbed the door handle, twisting it before opening it with a creak. She looked around the hall before slowly, robotically making her way down the steps, step by step.

She walked into the kitchen, grabbing random things from the pantry and fridge and stuffing them into her mouth, almost like this was the first time eating actual food.

She then moved into the living room, picking up random things and examining them.

She sat on the couch, leaning onto the coffee table with her elbows. She picked something out of my pockets and played with it.

I still couldn't see, it was out of my vision and I didn't have the control to move my head down.

It was suddenly forced into the table, stabbing into the wood.

I gasped inwardly at what it was. A small silver pocket knife, she ripped it out, swinging the open blade on her finger a couple of times before stabbing it back into the wooden coffee table.

She ripped it out again, bringing it up to my face, showing me it, showing me she was in control.

She then brought my hand up, opening it up and slicing my palm. I couldn't feel it, but when I get back in control I'm sure it'll hurt like a bītchh.

"Cass, what the fūck are you doing" I heard Luke pretty much squeal. She turned my head, watching as Luke ran over, ripping the knife out of my hand and holding my other hand to examine the thin line, dripping blood.