Aderyn Pov

Tumbling down the street,

I found a person whom I wanted to meet.

Guess what I did,

Brought the person up to a foot.

Nobody will find you,

Nobody can ever find you.

What will you do? What will you do?

I am not a nice person whom you ever wanna meet.

Don’t be scared, don’t be scared,

You won’t even know when you will pass away.

Cause I’m a bad person. Yes, I’m a bad person.

Yes! My mom had told me that I’m a bad person.

“Remove the fold from my eyes!” I told the person who was singing.

“I’m a bad person” the woman continued singing but I heard some shuffling sound before the fold was removed from eyes.

It took me some seconds to adjust my eyes to the surrounding.I looked here and there but mostly, to the dome-shaped ceiling. I found my body tied up to a table like something. I couldn’t really quite see where I was tied down. The rope went from above my chest circling the table or whatever where I was being tied up. My legs were tied down from the side. The place had dim light but I could see candles all over the place. From my peripheral vision, I could see someone moving but couldn’t really see the person. The weirdest thing was, the whole place had this bloody stink and the place had some type of circular drawing all over the ground, roof, and wall.

Then my eyes fell on the person whom I guessed was the person who had tied me there.

The woman wearing a white cloak was lighting some candles near the wall with her back facing me still murmuring the weird song.

“What do you want?” I asked with my dried hoarse voice.

She stopped singing and I watched as she took a candle and blew on it and then she turned.

A short gasp left my mouth when I saw her face. She was just a teenager. But the horrible part was the side of the face. The left part of her face was actually ripped off. Like, something or somebody who had clawed on her face. The wounds looked fresh and blood was still visible from the place.

“I’m a bad person” she sang as she walked to my direction.

“Stay away!” I said but she chose to ignore me and she came, even more, closer still singing the song.

“Who are you?” I asked once she reached near me. She stood near my body and she looked directly into my eyes. Her gray eyes boring into mine. She looked scary but she was young.

“What happened to your face?” I asked as she smiled and took a seat on a chair next to my head. I had to move in an odd position to look at her.

“You want to know?” she questioned as she kept her head on her palm with her elbow resting on her lap.

I kept quiet and waited till she spoke. All the while, I tried avoiding the bloodied side of her face. It was disturbing watching the blood dripping from her face to her neck. How was she not even worried about it?

“Dylan Black Bishop” she spoke enunciating each name as if it was sour to her mouth. She spat on the ground and then on my face. I closed my eyes feeling terrible that she spat on me. She had sucked her own dripping blood and she had spat on my face.

“Gross?” she sang.

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