NEBULOUS | ❝memories turned nebulous.❞
DEFINITION: in the form of a cloud or haze; hazy.
SYNONYMS: indistinct, indefinite, unclear, vague, hazy, cloudy, fuzzy, misty.
SOCIAL MEDIA | STEVEN YEUN 2
WARNING: potentially triggering mentions of abuse, blood and violence are mentioned ahead. read at your own risk. you have been warned.
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NEBULOUS xxvi. reality ❝WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!❞
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"You said that you'd rather die than say that you love me one more time, therefore, your wish is my command." Travis muttered, raising the sharp knife above the unconscious female's chest with the intent to kill, "Goodbye, Athena Leigh Anders."
With every millisecond that passed, the blade got closer and closer to piercing Athena's chest and Travis' smirk grew wider, knowing that the next few breaths that the brunette took would be her last ones.
Revenge was something that Travis adored when he inflicted it upon others. He enjoyed forcing pain onto others in general. He took pride in the screams that escaped his victim's throat as they struggled against his grip, begging for someone to save them, even though not a single soul could hear them. Only he could be in power – nobody else. In his mind, he was above everyone and nobody could contain him, and if they tried to, then he would get revenge on them.
Athena tried to contain him in a prison cell for the rest of his life, so he got revenge on her.
Travis had been extremely lucky that he had loyal friends, or else he would still be stuck in that cramped prison cell and wearing that stupid uniform that he despised. Normally, it was a ten year sentence that was delivered when arrested and found guilty of assault/abuse. However, once his friends had heard the news of him being arrested, they immediately decided that they would work together to gain money to bail him out, and after a year, they did, and Travis couldn't have been anymore thankful. He resented prison, and anybody involved with the law, with a burning passion.
Though, Travis being in prison wouldn't have ever taught him a lesson. It only gave him more time to plot for his revenge and think it out more strategically. Every day, he thought about how he could get revenge on every single person who crossed him, though the people who crossed his mind daily were Athena, Steven, Norman and Spencer.
However, he didn't need to get revenge of Spencer anymore.
After all, you can't get revenge on a dead person.
The tip of the sharp, silver and shiny blade eventually made contact with Athena's chest, slightly sinking into her skin and allowing some of the cold, crimson liquid to flow out. Athena's lips parted suddenly in a silent gasp, before her lips closed, as though she was embracing the pain and her death with open arms. The blade wasn't that far into her chest, so it wasn't life threatening. It seemed like when somebody wanted to test how cold or warm the water was, and they'd dip their feet or their hand in for a split second before making their final judgement. A large laugh escaped Travis' mouth as he pulled the blade back, watching as the blood stained the female's clothes. However, it was only a little bit of blood, and of course, that didn't satisfy Travis.
