Page 102 of Haunt Me

And that, right there, that will be the definitive moment. That will be the moment that exposes the truth, my truth. The truth of what I have become.

She will sees who I have become, who I am now, and it will nearly kill her.

I will watch her die from the stage.

Eden’s Old Phone

Eden: Hey. I just got this phone back from the police.

Eden: I can’t talk to my sisters about this part, about the Isaiah part. No one knows. It will have to be you. Are you still here?

F: Always.

Eden: Ok, cool. Don’t expect a prize.

F: I kind of did.

Eden: Well, it’s not happening. Can I talk to you?

F: Talk to me.

Eden: My heart kind of stops whenever I see a post about him. I catch a few random things, some vague words, and that’s how I know they are talking about him. Mainly about: his dad, his brother, his eyes, his IQ, his body, his black clothes, his silver necklaces. His biceps. His voice. His eyes.

F: His biceps, you say?

Eden: I’m sure he will hate it that they are talking about him and his dad. Hates it. As for his body… I don’t recognize it. It’s obvious he has worked his ass off in the gym to get ripped like this.

F: Nice.

Eden: No, not nice. He’s under so much pressure…

F: What about the songs?

Eden: What?

F: The songs. Are they any good?

F: Yeah, they’re good. Somehow his songs have gone from sounding like pop hits to genius compositions. His words are so profound they are poetry. No one can listen to these songs and remain unaffected. And that’s not my words, it’s an article on Times.

F: Nice.

Eden: Yeah, nice. What do I do?

F: Do you want to go to more of his shows?

Eden: I want to go to all of them.

F: So, go.

Eden: It will break me.

F: So, let it break you. So far, only good has come out of you breaking.

Eden: How can you SAY THAT

F: I’m not saying that. You are saying that. To yourself. It’s you typing on both sides of these conversations, remember? Or have you completely lost your mind finally?

Eden: STOP IT

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