Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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While speaking, Kayla took another two steps forward, pressing her own chest against the tip of the scissors. Tristian panicked and stumbled back, barely keeping hold of the scissors. His grip slipped, and the scissors nearly clattered to the floor.
Kayla gave a mocking chuckle, then calmly reached out and grabbed his trembling hand. “What’s the matter, Tris? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t let me get away? Were you just talking big? Too scared to even hold the scissors now? ”
She leaned in slightly, her smile twisting. “This is what you meant p>
Before Tristian could react, Kayka guided his hand forward–just enough for the blades to pierce into the flesh beneath her collarbone. The scissors sank in with a sickening resistance, and blood immediately blossomed through her shirt, soaking the fabric.
Tristian’s face went pale in an instant. Panic clawed its way up his throat, and he tried to jerk his hand away, but Kayla held him fast. Her grip was unshakable, like iron shackles.
His wide eyes met hers, and what he saw there chilled him to the bone. She wore a bright but wry smile.
“Kayla, w–what the hell are you doing?” he stammered, his voice cracking with fear.
Kayla’s smile was innocent and even cheerful. She looked like a stunning flower, yet under the petals hid the most deadly thorns.
Kayla smiled, “I’m helping you, Tris. You said you wouldn’t let me get away, right? So I figured, why not make it easier for you p>
Before he could stop her, she grabbed his hand and shoved the scissors in a little deeper, inch by inch.
Kayla’s smile never faltered. Instead, she widened her smile as blood trickled freely down her body. It seemed as if they were just playing, and the cut never existed.
“See, Tris? I’m really kind, right?” Kayla said with a beam.
Tristian tore his hand away and stumbled back like he’d been burned. He didn’t stop until his back was against the sofa behind him. His legs buckled, and he slid down into a heap, his eyes wild with disbelief.
He shouted, “You’re insane. You’re completely insane p>
His thoughts spiraled in panic. ‘She really stabbed herself. With no hesitation. No fear. Who the hell does that? Who bleeds like that and still keeps smiling? She doesn’t even feel pain anymore. She’s a full–blown lunatic.
But Kayla didn’t react to his shouting. She simply let out a scoff.
She knew the pain was real, and it stung like hell. But compared to what she’d endured in her last life— betrayal, humiliation, utter ruin, and so on–this was just a piece of cake.
Kayla slowly pulled the scissors from her shoulder with a gasp. The smile faded from her lips, replaced by a
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chilling stillness. Her gaze turned sharp, predator–like.
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She said in a low voice, “You’re right. I’m crazy. If you’re smart, stay the hell out of my way. Otherwise p>
The scissors clicked open and shut in her hand with a rhythm, each motion catching the light. The silver glint danced across the walls like a warning.
She added, “Next time, Tris, I won’t be going for your hair p>
As she spoke, she let her eyes trail downward, right down to his crotch. A playful and meaningful scoff showed on her face.
Tristian’s breath caught. Instinctively, he clamped his legs together, his hands reflexively guarding himself. His face turned even paler than before.
Kayla, looking satisfied, gave him one last look. Then, she turned and walked away, blood still dripping from her shoulder. Each step up the stairs echoed in the house like a ticking clock, slow and steady.
Every footfall hit like a drumbeat on Tristian’s shredded nerves. And all he could do was sit there, trembling, staring after her, too terrified to move.
Back in her room, Kayla casually tossed her backpack onto the desk. She pulled out the first–aid kit and began tending to her wound. Her face was blank, her hands steady, like pain had long since become irrelevant.
Once she was done, she climbed into bed and slowly curled up, her body folding in on itself like a wounded kitten trying to stay warm in a cold, empty world.