Whimsical.

Tahlia's mind was a beautiful, whimsical mess.

She kissed Logan Hunt.

With every block that the car got closer to the sanatorium, Tahlia's heartbeat got more mercurial and her head lighter.

A kiss from a cruel murderer was not supposed to invoke feelings like that from a normal girl.

But they did.

Suddenly, to Tahlia, Logan Hunt was not the cruel murderer of 7 people.

He wasn't the person who almost choked her to death.

He wasn't the man with two equally psychopathic personalities anymore.

Logan Hunt was the man who had kissed her.

As of a sudden, she realized she had been smiling like a creep the whole car ride, and cleared her throat to break out of her own trance.

She looked at Jace, who continued to drive wordlessly with a straight, sullen expression etched onto his face.

"Are you still angry?"

She frowned when he didn't answer.

"Aw, come on Jace, don't be mad-"

"Damn it, Tal!" He snarled, finally breaking the icy composure.

"I thought someone had spiked your drink and.." He cut himself off, sighing deeply.

"You have no idea the sickos these frat douches can be. I go to get you and find you mysteriously gone in the middle of the fucking night. And to top it off, the last time someone saw you, you were stumbling around the house all alone. Can you imagine what went through my head?" His tone had grown unarmed, more tender.

Tahlia felt awful, she looked at him with a knowing gaze as she placed a hand on his bicep.

"I'm sorry Jace, I shouldn't have left like that. I..just..I wasn't feeling that great, and I couldn't find you. So I went home."

A tendril of guilt coiled round her stomach as she lied to her best friend again. She'd already caused him a lot of distress. It killed her, but she had to.

For a millisecond she wondered how he'd react if he heard the truth.

Would he call her crazy?

"Also what the actual fuck did you even drink that night? You've been acting all smiles and girly ever since, like some chick flick lead who just had her first kiss with a Channing Tatum douchebag character or some shit?"

The heat surged straight to Tahlia's cheeks.

From the corners of her eyes, Tahlia could seen the hints of the small smirk beginning to tug at his lips. "Did you get laid?" The playful tone was back in his voice.

She swatted at his arm with an aghast expression, making them both break into fits of laughter.

Tahlia felt the car come to a halt, her heart suddenly beginning doing flips in her chest, as she realized she was going to see Logan.

Nothing was ever going to be the same.

As she stepped out, she immediately began mapping out the start of their conversion, so it wouldn't inevitably be awkward.

If only she hadn't.

The remnants of the ear-to-ear smiles that sat on both of their faces, evaporated within a heartbeat.

The color, in particular, drained away from Tahlia's face at the sight of the police cars that stood scattered in front of them.

Her mind began to muddle up, only one thought remaining as clear as the sky.

Cameras.

Idiot! She screamed at herself mentally, How could you forget about the cameras?

As if on cue, two cops caught glance of them, and began walking over in their direction.

Tahlia stood frozen to the ground.

She felt her legs almost give away at the thought of being arrested. No. She was too young.

Her breath hitched in her throat as the cops got closer, mentally preparing herself to start pleading, begging to be forgiven.

But she was left standing confused, as the cops walked past her, over to an ambulance that stood on the other side of the road.

She looked at them with perplexed eyes, and then turned back to the scene that was before her.

All she could see were the countless people that stood in the yard, wearing paramedic and cop uniforms.

And then she saw it.

She felt her stomach sink into the deepest depths of twisted reality.

A body bag.

Dread as if, started to replace the oxygen that was going down in her respiratory system.

She glimpsed at Jace for a second, who was staring back at the bloodied spots on the body bag with the same terror on his features.

"Jordy Miller. 51. The staff says he was breathing when they found him, syringe lodged in his eye."

One officer, who stood in front of them, spoke to another in hushed tones.

An haunting chill moved down Tahlia's spine.

Jordy. Jordy as in the nurse she'd met several times during her visits.

Her disarmed gaze landed on the many figures that stood grouped behind the body. She spotted a familiar face crying.

"Michelle." She called out softly.

She sniffed as she looked up at Tahlia, only to have fresh tears roll down her cheeks again.

Tahlia walked with wariness,

her surroundings still not making any sense to her.

"What happened?!" She breathed harshly as she reached over to Michelle.

Michelle shook her head frantically, "Jordy..he's..he's.."

She began bawling her eyes out again. Tahlia took her hand into hers, rubbing small little motions onto it, as if that would make her feel better.

"How?" Her voice came out only as a broken whisper.

Michelle wiped the moisture from her cheeks, sniffling, "It's L-Logan Hunt.."

Tahlia's mind was left blank.

With the rapid throb that emitted throughout, she couldn't comprehend what Michelle was saying.

Logan. The man who kissed Tahlia. Killed, again.

She felt as if she'd been shattered to pieces.

The halo of hope in her had been dusted with pitch darkness.

"And- and..Logan..?" She muttered precariously, when she finally recovered back her ability to form some basic coherent speech.

Michelle looked at her with pure trepidation.

"H-he escaped."

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