Page 12 of The Midnight Confessions: Part Four

I flip on another light and sit back down to finish the book, but the feeling that I'm being watched won't leave.

“I know someone is there!” I snap and then sigh. I should have known I wouldn't be left alone, even at this hour.

“Why won't you just leave me the fuck alone?” I growl then take some deep breaths.

Though I'm scared, I'm fucking angry. Will I ever just be able to live my life without fear and worry?

Standing up once more, I start to pace. I can't see anyone but I know I'm not alone. If I ever was.

“Please. Just tell me what you want with me!” I yell and grip my hair with my fingers, pulling tight. The pain helps me breath, but I know I'm spiraling.

“What do you fucking want?” I roar as the tears start to fall and it's getting harder to breathe.

Falling to my knees, I stay there as some of the girls in my dorm start to arrive, but it doesn't matter. I'm lost in my head. The fear flowing through me, keeping me on edge.

“Are you okay, Cassie? Should we get someone?” Tina asks, but I shake my head, swiping at my tears.

“I think being here alone was getting to me,” I mumble, moving to the chair.

They keep giving me worried glances, so I quickly finish the assignment before packing everything away. I need a change of scenery.

When I get back to my room, Lyra is awake and reading something on her phone. Her eyebrows are furrowed and she's sniffling.

“Want to tell me why someone just texted me, waking me up, telling me you were screaming in the common room?”

Rolling my eyes, I dump my bag on my bed and head toward the bathroom.

“Cassie, stop this shit! Please! Just tell me what’s going on. What's wrong? How can I fix it?” I glance at her and she's kneeling on the bed.

Her sleep shirt has ridden up her thighs and I lick my lips, before realizing what's going on.

“Lyra, I told you, I'm fine. Just got spooked being alone down there after everything with Dena and that photo.”

“No, that doesn't explain why you're pushing me away. Did I do something to make you mad? I care about you, Cassie. So fucking much,” she whispers and I watch as tears start to fall from her eyes.

She looks so broken, a mirror image to how I've been feeling, and I wish I could go to her. Hold her. Kiss her again, but I can't.

“Everything is fine, Lyra. Trent is good for you. So don't push him away. Accept him. I want you to be happy.”

I leave her to cry and slam the bathroom door, then turn the shower on to muffle my own sobs.

LYRA

Something is going on. She can stand there and say everything is fine all she wants, but I can see her heart breaking and the fear in her eyes.

I just need her to tell me what the fuck is wrong. I'm losing my patience and my old attitude is starting to slip. I don't ever want to be that bully again, but I will if it means I get some fucking answers.

Maybe she needs a dose of tough love to snap her out of whatever the fuck is going on.

I check social media and groan when there are some photos of Cassie on her knees in the common room. I still don't know why the hell she was even down there at four in the morning.

She could have stayed up here and studied or whatever she was doing.

I read through the comments and one stands out.

Soren S.: You cry so prettily.

Well, that isn't fucking creepy or anything. I click his profile, but his photo is something random and it's private.

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