Page 108 of Kiss Me Like I Didn't Kill You
He knows.
He always knew.
He was the one behind the notes, the reason I thought I was losing my mind
Confusion floods in until I can’t tell what’s real.
My head throbs, pain pulsing behind my eyes. I press my palms to my temples, but it only worsens. Arlo’s face flickers in front of me, then vanishes, and suddenly I’m alone.
There’s blood.
On my hands.
It won’t come off. No matter how I scrub, it clings, sticky and dark.
I open my eyes with a gasp. I’m on the floor, in the living room, my back pressed to the wall, my breath coming in uneven bursts.
The pain in my head is unbearable, pounding so hard it feels like it’s splitting me in two. Another wave hits, and the edges of my vision start to darken.
Then I’m not in my dorm anymore.
I’m in the woods.
Someone is holding my hand, guiding me through the trees. We reach a clearing. I look up and smile at him, his face hidden behind a mask.
Everything is blurred, shapes melting together.
He kisses me.
And I kiss him back.
He feels familiar, achingly so, and yet… he isn’t.
I push at his chest. “Stop.”
He doesn’t.
Another bolt of pain hits. My hands won’t stop shaking.
I’m on the ground now. The earth is cold and wet beneath me. His weight is on top of me, pinning me down. Panic takes over. My fingers close around a stone, and I swing, hard.
The sound that follows is a harsh crack that splits the night, and then he’s just still, heavy… lifeless.
I shove him off me, shaking all over, my breath coming in broken pulls. There’s blood everywhere, on my hands, my clothes, my skin.
I stumble back, somehow forcing myself upright. When I look down, I see his face.
His eyes.
A gasp rips out of me, and the world snaps back into focus.
I’m in my dorm again, on the floor, the walls closing in. My heart’s hammering so loud I can barely hear my own thoughts.
Oh God.
I remember.
I remember everything, how the girls and I went to the party, the chaos, the woods, every moment.
