you shake your head in what feels like shock as the man you once loved became a stranger to you in mere seconds. you were far too scared to look back at him as he stares down at you with a crazed look.

the feeling of his eyes on you is almost enough to drown out the sinking feeling in your chest, your heart feeling like it’s failing on you.

“you were stabbed right..” he trails off, his blade dragging along your abdomen to find the correct spot, “here…” he lifts the hem of your shirt, tapping against the scar in an almost mocking way.

“with a knife, three times— or four, who knows? well, you probably do, actually.” he laughs in sick amusement, a smile flashing across his features.

he just stares down at the healed scar for a brief moment, his mind else where before it quickly focused once again. “those pictures they took looked nasty— y’know, ‘m a sucker for parallels!” he laughs dryly, his smile wide and toothy— it would’ve been attractive in some sick way if you weren’t about to get gutted.

you need to change his mind if you don’t want to end up like anika— you’re too weak to fight back physically.