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CHAPTER FIVE | MURDER ON MY MIND

He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
I told 'em it's too late my friend, it's time to say "Goodbye"

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"Did you fucking bury it already?" Her mother questioned with those threatening eyes, peering down at her daughter like a predator.

Dallia stayed silent for at least a minute and a half before nodding her head, softly muttering, "Yes, Mom."

"Hmm? You're not lying are you?" Her mother raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to her daughter's unbothered face. Blinking a few times, Dallia shook her head slowly, "No."

Her mother nodded, "Good. You better not be. Now go! I don't want to see any more of your face." She raises her voice, pointing towards the staircase.

Dallia followed silently, going up to her room, her mother's stern gaze fixated on her back. Falling onto her daughter's hands, a disgusted groan left her lips, "You stitched up your hands again? Ugh, whatever. I don't even care."

As soon as the young girl walked into her bedroom, a new face greeted her. Her back pressed against her door as she recoiled at the uninvited visitor in her room.

His face inches away from her, eyes filtered black, and a corner of his lips tugged up into a teasing smirk. Dallia furrowed her brows before placing her hands on his chest, pushing him away in an instant then striding towards her desk; leaving the male quite shocked.

"Excuse you? Did you just push me away, you little bitch?"

Dallia ignored him, taking a seat on her chair, pulling her desk drawer open to grab a metal box. Inside was filled with some of the sewing supplies that she often used, either on herself or her 'friends'.

"What the fuck are you doing? Did you just ignore me?" He grumbled, shooting her a glare before reappearing behind her.

When he received another dead silent treatment, his left eye twitched in annoyance, fingers balled into fists. "Fine- let's see how you will react if I do this." He pulled out his knife, yanked her chair back as he held her in a position wherein he had the knife up against her throat.

Dallia's hand reached up to touch his hand before it traced onto the knife, "What are you doing?" She questioned dryly.

"Uhh, I'm going to kill you? Duh?" He said yet came out in a more questioning way. "Are you a masochist or something? No 'please spare me'? No 'I don't want to die' phrases?"

Dallia remained silent for a few seconds before replying, "I'm already dead- what do you mean you're going to kill me?"

Her question caught the boy off guard, his grip around her loosened and he retracted his knife. Tilting his head to the side, a bit irked by her words. "Hate to break it to you, but you're not dead."

"Yes, I am." She retorted.

"No, you're not."

"I died a long time ago. I don't know why you keep saying I'm not yet dead," Dallia told him, glancing back to look at him. "Who even are you?"

"I'm Mark. And if you're dead- mind explaining why your mother was able to talk to you." He crossed his arms, leaning onto one foot.

Dallia looked down at her palms before shaking her head, "They just can't let me go."

Mark scrunched his nose, eyes squinted as he gleamed down at her suspiciously. "What's your name?"

"Dallia." She replied in a hushed tone, half of her attention was on her own hands, admiring it as if it was the most interesting thing ever.

"Okay, Dallia. Listen- you're not dead."

"You don't understand." Dallia suddenly lifted her head up, an unexplainable expression on her face as she peered up at him.

He scoffed in disbelief, "Oh, so I don't understand?"

"I'm dead. I died in a car crash a long time ago. I don't have a heart...and parts of me are missing." She voiced out, her tone stern and different from before. Dallia showed him her palms which had stitches on them.

Threads in the color red went in and out of her skin, stains of dried blood on where they went in were quite visible. Mark's eyes slightly grew wide upon seeing her hands, "That's- are you sick or something?!"

Dallia shrugged her shoulders, facing her desk again to pick up her needle and thread. "No. I told you- I'm dead."

Mark took a deep breath, looking down inside his coat, eyeing his knife carefully before scrutinizing at the girl. She hummed to a tone and he watched as she pushed the needle through her skin, the red fluid oozing out yet she continued on.

Running his fingers through his black hair, "Different, huh?" He mumbled before disappearing.

Dallia glanced back, finding the boy gone. She shook her head before standing up, heading inside her closet, pushing some of her clothes aside to reveal the little shrine she had made a long time ago.

"Hi, Lily, Daisy, Rue, Basil, and Rose." A small smile tugged up her lips, "Our other friends are still in the attic, you'll join them soon." She whispered softly before caressing the dead cat's face.

"Someone visited me- no, not Jaemin. He said his name is Mark...I don't know what is he. Do you think he'll be our friend?" She tilts her head to the side a bit, "Well, if he dies, maybe."

"He said I'm alive, isn't he funny?" She closes her eyes shut. "He said he came to kill me- but I'm already dead."

Reopening her eyes, she stared openly at her friends. "We're already dead."

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@peaches0910 drew grim reaper mark 💓
(at the media above)

dallia you're creepy 👁👄👁
also, any nicknames mark
can use for dallia?