It's almost over :'(
Bianca's POV
Two weeks later.
Time flies by really slow when you're alone.
"What time?" I ask into the phone as I crush my cigarette beneath the heel of my dirty sneakers.
"Midnight sharp," he replies curtly and ends the call before I get a chance to complain.
I take in a short breath and hide my new phone in my back pocket. I looked around my tiny apartment with tired eyes, it wasn't the best looking and it definitely made my paranoia worse but it was all I had and it was all I was going to get. My eyes later landed on a dirty mirror hung on the wall near the window. My reflection stared back at me and I felt disgusted at the sight of what I'd become but I couldn't care less. My greasy hair, sickly pale skin and dark bags barely showed the struggle I've been through.
It's been two weeks since I left the gang house, I know they're looking for me and it's no secret. And if that's not bad enough I'm now a fugitive. Somehow the police where able to figure out about my crimes and now I'm wanted.
How fucking fantastic.
Leaving this apartment gives me a lot of anxiety, I can't even communicate with people properly because I'm too worried I'll get caught.
I can't eat, sleep or even breath without feeling like someone's watching me, its frustrating and it's driving me crazy. The only thing I feel is fear and anger.
I feel so much anger, I don't know if I remember who I am anymore.
My fingers brushed through my hair, it has grown past my shoulders and rests just below my collar bones.
The sight irritated me, my hair was my second biggest giveaway - after my face ofcourse. I hate it so much.
I swayed from side to side, watching my strands dance with my movements while my fingers played with the tips.
My eyes never leave my reflection as a thought comes to mind; I need to change change my identity - and quick.
Everyone's looking for me, most want me dead, some want me safe and others want me arrested.
I don't want anyone.
I don't want to die, not anymore. I feel too powerful to die now. I have a lot of blood on my hands, but I don't think I care anymore.
I still get nightmares, but I'm friends with my demons now. I don't need to protect myself from what makes me who I am - or who I've become - it sounds ridiculous but it's true. Everything feels different when you realize you're the devil you've been running from all your life.
I can't wait to get away.
And as for Asher Dane, I'm not done with him. I would love to get my hands around his neck but I'm not thirsty for revenge.
I've got too much planed to get distracted. This doesn't mean he doesn't deserve a terrible fate after what he did to me.
If given the chance I would do anything to slice his throat, I can't believe I used to love that guy. What an asshole.
A week after leaving the gang house I ran into Hazel and her father. My homeless ass was sleeping on a bench and they were right in front of me when I woke up.
They told me everything.
About Tobi, who's a police officer and has been investigating us while feeding his father information about the police. That two sided motherfucker.
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Reborn
Action"You're even more badass than before," Caleb said, his blue eyes twinkling in amusement. - Bianca moved on, she grew up. She mended her shattered pieces and created a new life for herself. Her broken heart was finally back to the way it should be. B...