I see a boy, but in shades of only black and white I can't tell if he's a boy or a man, his lines are blurred in the promise of the day-blind stars shining upon his thick curls. They're as dark as the devils inside, spilling down in his shoulders in an attempt to taste the world. I see his nose, not overly long, bulky yet not alarmingly large; his lips two plump orange slices, white teeth caught in between. He has smooth skin, the texture of it reminding me of bread dough, plush but not soft. His skin disappeared underneath his hair and beneath the lines of his navy sweat shirt, which advertises some unfamiliar presumably indie band, and his blue jeans fade into a black pair of Converse's.

Abruptly, a frown shapes his mouth. "I thought you were Grace."

I can my own lips setting into a scowl, bleak thoughts of my sister arising in my mind. I don't know if I'm angry or sad or . . . I don't know. "I'm Bliss."

"The sister," he says.

"Bliss," I remind him.

"I know your name," he snaps.

His tone is so sharp I almost flinch, but catch myself. It is like he is still holding me, forcing me to be still, yet he manages no part of me. He does not control me. I will not let him. I reply, "Funny how you know about me, but I don't know anything about you."

"I'm not exactly laughing," he retorts.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "What's your name?" "Wouldn't you like to know?"

I throw him a fakely awkward look, although I could feel the condescending twit in me awakening. "In fact, I would, that's why I asked."

He almost snorts, the sound a mixture between a sharp exhale and grunt. It is brief. "Your sister was right, you're a bitch."

I feel a wave of unease wash through me. "Grace told you that?"

He offers me a smile, but it's not nice. It's mocking and mean, hallow of kindness. "Grace has never murmured a bad word against you, she speaks of as if you were an angel, fallen from heaven. But she has also told me everything you have ever done. She doesn't see that you saw an angel's mask. She doesn't see the devil you are. She deserves so much more than you-"

"You know nothing about me," I snap, anger having arisen in my bones.

"I know all I need to know about you," he hisses.

The anger has started to burn, a wildfire that threatens to take everything before it. "All you have ever heard were lies told by some petty, slutty girl-"

His fingers tighten around my wrist, the one stained in a pattern similar to Grace's eyes from his previous clutch. "Don't you ever call her that again."

He didn't scare me. I smile at him, just as mocking as his was earlier. "You can't hurt me."

But he can. His eyes glimmer with a venom, dark and sinister and promising a hell worse than anything I have ever encountered before. And now he is smiling again, copying the grin that shapes my lips, and I have never seen a more vile creature. His voice is tainted with death when he speaks. "I will end you."

Then he lets me go.

And I run.

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