《PSYCHO [COMPLETED]》Confession of Wendy 2
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"What creeped you the most?" Sehun asks.
"Her last message was, 'May you have your sweetest sleep ever, my loveliest friend. That night.."
Flashback:
The time is around 3:33.
Wendy is silently lying on bed for 3 hours since she talked to Lisa, replaying Lisa's words again and again in her head and continously rereading older messages.
Something about this messages reminds her of what she did. A fountain of guilt and fear passes her chest every second, making her unable to rest.. or focus on something else.
Tired of the mental pressure, ahe falls asleep, well, half-asleep, as she's still half-way in sense. And this sleep is only disgusting her even more. She turns back and forth trying to get rid of the stress.
When suddenly..
The room is filled with a sharp red light. The redness was so sharp that it hurted Wendy's eyes tremendously.. so much that she couldn't afford to keep her eyes open. She couldn't see anything.
She covered her eyes with her hands for protection. She couldn't worry about what's going on and how. The feeling of burning hell on her eyes alone kept her suffocating.
Then she started to sweat, really bad.
That's when she realized a roar of flame was ripping through the room. She didn't see any way to escape. Fire was everywhere.
She suddenly started running out of breath. This deadly suffocation made her almost sure of passing out. But she tried to gather strength and breath.
At that point, she realized she got too weak now she can't even move. Or maybe, something is
She felt a force making her lay straight on bed, her neck slightly sided.. from far it seemed like she died, in a very creepy way.
A figure looms in the wreckage of doorway, his eyes glowing with hatred.
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She fought with all her strength to move, to make a reaction. She couldn't bear lying straight and watching the extrmely disgusting figure. She couldn't bear the hell.
After alot of attempts, she mumbled,
"Who are you?"
"Did you forget me? Did you forget what you did to me.. for a stranger you don't even know?"
The figure finally talked. His dry raspy voice was echoing inside his throat. Chills went down Wendy's spine.
"I.. didnt do anything" Wendy mumbled with fear.
"LIAR"
He roared so loud that it felt like the world is shaking.
"How could you do that to a friend who valued you more than her family?" The figure growled, "You caused so many souls to lose peace. More than you think you know. You will have to pay for i"
Within a second after saying this, he reaches out for Wendy's throat and closes his hand around it tightly, clawing so deeply that Wendy totally loses all body strengths to react.
The extreme pressure on throat makes her suffocate like hell and turns her whole body ice cold.
When her whole body is non-responsing, he quickly cuts off her head and body into two pieces.
Wendy felt an extreme pain for a moment and then.. all silent. Heart stopped beating. She loses control. She feels.. dead.
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