I felt the spirit in the room, and my eyes darted around, finally landing on a young man — he was the spitting image of Emma. They’re twins, I thought, dreading the strong connection they had established since birth.
His teeth chattered each time he opened his mouth attempting to speak. “T-T-Tha-That’s no-n-not m-m-me up th-th-th-ere. It-t-it’s going-g t-t-to kill y-y-you.”
I had a few friends over and we jumped into a game of Never Have I Ever. My soulmate was drunk enough to answer honestly. About how he’d had sex in a moving car before. About how he’d shoplifted before. And about how he’d shot someone before.
I’m not going to tell you our band’s name, but we were big. Huge even.
I don’t know if he was joking around or dead serious. Honestly, it didn’t make a fucking difference. I didn’t want a guy that thought like that, that teased like that.
I want you to take this story, meditate on it, and take the advice I’m trying to give to you. I don’t want you to end up like me. I wouldn’t wish this fate upon my worst enemies.
“You have to get out. You have to get out now. Now. You are not safe.”
Who needs to sleep, anyway?
Instead of tossing rose petals from a basket, she made her ‘flower’ girl toss out handfuls of dead flies. Everyone loved that little touch. Assumed they were fake. I think I was the only person to notice one shiver and attempt to fly away.
My phone vibrated, an unknown number popped up with a text: “SWEET DREAMS.”