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The old me, still hurt and lingering in my head, doesn’t forgive and urges me to commit this sin. My finger goes all the way into the dude’s eye, and I feel hot blood gushing down my wrist, dripping onto the cold asphalt.
I feel like I’m gonna puke, but I manage to hold it in, holding my breath and trying not to let the sickening smell of blood turn my stomach inside out.
The dude’s agonizing screams fill the parking lot with intense waves of terror that crawl under your skin and make your hair stand on end.
Now that I’ve crossed the line, I won’t back down from anything, and I stare the Crasnic right in the eyes, without a trace of fear.
I freaking did it, and his look tells me he underestimated me, but his lack of reaction challenges me.
He wants to see my limits.
You think I can’t do more!
“Speak!” I shift my finger to his other eye and clench my teeth, trying to stop myself, but I can’t. What the hell do you want from me?
“Rebecca!” My mom’s voice echoes from somewhere in the car, and for a second, I let my guard down and look for her.
“Mom?!” I shout, my gaze distracted, but out of nowhere, a hand grabs my hair, yanking my scalp back, while another hand digs into my gut, leaving me gasping for air.
It’s the guy from the back, the one I thought I messed up his knee. Police sirens start blaring in the parking lot. It’s game over for them.
“Maybe you’ve changed on the outside, but deep down, you’re still the same fake, worthless slut you always were,” the Crasnic roars angrily. “You’re still the same, just worse now. Cause you can’t change no matter how hard you try!” he screams. “You’re rotten to the core, you little pig!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I ask desperately, feeling my vision blur.
“Nothing is wrong with me,” he retorts coldly.
“Why won’t you leave me alone?”
“Don’t be foolish, Becca! Your soul, your body, your very existence, they all belong to me. I want you, Crasnic, and it’s time to repay your debt.”
“Debt?” The ringing in my ears makes his voice sound distorted, and I feel like I’m running out of air.
“Once a Crasnic, always a Crasnic. There’s no escape once you’ve been marked. You bear the Mark of the Crasnic. Not just any mark, it’s My Mark, and I won’t let go of what’s rightfully mine.”
“I don’t owe you shit!”
I can sense the smugness behind that pig mask and how the vibe instantly changes. There’s this weird, cold feeling in the air that knots up my throat and steals my breath away. “Nighty-night, Crasnic!” I watch as the person above me raises their fist, and before I can even react, they hit me and everything just goes dark.
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“We don’t know what the future holds, but we do know it’s just a matter of time until we truly emerge from the restrictions created by the Covid 2022 pandemic…”
What the heck? Did I fall asleep with the TV on again?
I start fumbling around the cool sheets, eyes still shut tight, trying to find the remote that I usually keep on my nightstand. It feels like I just had the longest, most realistic nightmare of my entire life. As I search, my hand accidentally knocks something over, and it crashes to the floor in pieces. The noise jolts me awake, like a solid slap in the face, and I’m forced to open my eyes.
I can’t see a thing, even though they’re wide open; everything is foggy, and my hands feel weak.
When the image starts to clear up, I realize that nothing around me is familiar. I’m not at home, in my own room. It looks like a hospital ward.
I look down at my hands, observing how the once-superficial cuts on my palms have nearly healed, and that gets me thinking about that weird old woman in the parking lot.
Is all of this real?!
The nightmare... did it actually happen?
The Crasnic, was he real?
