MINE: The Anti-Hero, Book One

Chapter 37

Anonymous

I watchher while she sleeps, the heavy rise and fall of her chest, the way her left eye twitches. She’s dreaming.

My grip tightens around the scissors.

I study the vein running down the side of her neck, the gentle thump, thump, thump of blood. I imagine the mess it would be if I stabbed her right here, right now.

She stirs as if she can feel me. Her brows draw together in distress.

Quickly, I lift a strand of long black hair and thread it through the blades of the scissors.

“Soon,” I whisper and snip.