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Where are you? Let me know when you get here, or just come find me. Upstairs, third door on your right.

He still doesn’t message me back. I push up from the bed and start pacing. I have no idea how much time has passed but the room starts spinning. My vision blurs and my mind races with all sorts of images of Connor.

His lifeless body. Covered in blood on the floor…

Oh my god! What if he’s not here because he’s dead?Fuck. I need to find him.

I go to walk out the door but the floor spins and I end up on the ground. My hands move to my head and grab atmy hair. Something isn’t right. Something is wrong. I can hear screaming. And then I hear someone calling my name.

“Aurora, what’s wrong?” A hand reaches out and touches my shoulder.

Oh god, they’ve killed Connor and now they’re coming for me.

I should let them. If Connor’s gone, I don’t want to be here anyway. I need to let them kill me. Iwantto let them kill me, but then my fight instinct kicks in. And I don’t know I’m doing it until it’s too late. My hand is holding a knife to his neck and then I’m slicing. I shove at the figure in front of me and he falls to the floor. Dead eyes stare up at me.

Oh god, what have I done?

“Fuck.” My hands pull at my hair again. I scoot away until my back hits the wall. I find my phone. I can’t call Connor.

I dial Dante. “Hey what’s up?” he answers.

“Dante… I…” I sob. My vision is still blurred. I don’t know what I did.Why would I do this? What is happening?

“Where are you?” he asks.

“Party,” I tell him.

“Aurora, where?”

“Upstairs.” The phone drops to the floor, my eyes on the figure that fills the doorway. Connor.

He’s not dead. He’s here.

Rushing in, he falls to his knees in front of me. He takes my hands in his and inspects every part of my body. “What happened?”

“I don’t know… He grabbed me… I don’t know,” I repeat.

“You…” Connor looks at his cousin’s lifeless corpse. “Fuck.” He moves over to Kenny. “You did this?”

I nod my head, and the whole room spins. “Something is wrong,” I say, my voice hoarse.

“No shit. You just fucking killed my cousin, Aurora. What the fuck were you thinking?” Connor yells.

I cover my ears with my hands. “I didn’t know,” I tell him. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“You didn’t know.” Connor looks at me in a way he’s never looked at me before. “You didn’t know?” he repeats. “You fucking like this shit!”

“No.” I shake my head. I didn’t like this. “No.”

“Liar.” He stands and takes two steps back over to me. “You like killing. You told me, remember?”

“No, I love you. I wouldn’t do this to you.”

“This isn’t love, Aurora. You just killed my family,” he says. “My blood.” His lips tilt in disdain, his eyes empty. “Your crazy fucking ass killed my cousin.”

“No, don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth. We both know it. You’re fucking insane. You’re going to continue going around killing people because you like it. Because you’re fucking psychopath!” he yells at me.