There’s one from an unknown number at the top. I’m about to delete it, not feeling like getting caught in their mind games anymore, but the>>under their name catches my attention.
I open the text and click on the video.
My heart beats so fast when I see Devlin sitting in a small room, across a table from the red mask.
Devlin’s shaking, looking devastated to the core. The changed voice that comes from the red mask makes the skin on the back of my neck stand on end.
“What a weakling. How about you drop dead?”
My fingers shake as I look on to see all hope vanish from Devlin’s eyes.
The video ends.
My mouth fills with salt and that’s when I realize a tear slipped in my mouth.
“What are you looking at?”
The cup in my hand falls and shatters to pieces, letting the liquid smear on the table and drip on the floor.
I slowly stare behind me to find Killian standing at my back, one of his arms taut as he clutches the edge of the chair.
His chest is bare, accentuated by the broken, haunting crows, and his face holds the darkness of a gothic chapel.
I always thought Killian was beautiful in a harsh way, but this is the first time I’ve see him as an actual nightmare.
My hand trembles as I lift it to show him the video. “Is this you?”
He watches it without a change of expression. My spine crowds with chills all over again when those words repeat.
The words of driving a suicidal person to their death.
The words no one should say to a normal person—let alone someone who’s struggling with depression.
When he remains silent, I repeat, more determined this time, “Was the one in the red mask you, Killian?”
“So what if it was?”
I think I’m going to throw up.
Or faint.
Or both.
I stand on shaky legs and start to leave. I don’t know where, but I need to go.
Now.
He grabs my shoulder, but I jerk back and slap it away. “Don’t fucking touch me, you monster.”
“Watch it,” he grinds out.
“Don’t come near me or I’ll go to your parents' room and scream the whole damn house down. I mean it.”
Then I’m running and running and crying and running.
I can feel the itch under my skin, the need to pull it all out, to end it all like Devlin did.
But I do something else.