viii. trust no one

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˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 'ˎ˗
⊱ ────── 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗌𝗄𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ━━ trust no one

 𝗌𝗄𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ━━ trust no one

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.⋆。⋆🌧️˚。⋆。˚☣˚。⋆.
◟ ✦ You can't attack nature and
not expect it to strike back. ❞


SNAKE. A five lettered word describing, "a long limbless reptile which has no eyelids, a short tail, and jaws that are capable of considerable extension. Some snakes have a venomous bite." It can also be known as a treacherous or deceitful person.

I've never been a fan of snakes; in fact, I'm terrified of them. But somehow, they have been lingering in my mind. Why do you ask? I don't know.

I have just been having the strangest revelations about things. Most in the form of terrifying nightmares, but now it's becoming more... real.

When I was going through the surgery, not that must be earlier today, I kept visualizing snakes. And with that and the dark dreams, I'm starting the develop a bad feeling.

I don't know what to do with this information and the fact that I feel different. Like I'm evolving.

Ugh! This probably sounds stupid.

- Kai the freak


I close the journal I used to write in a long time ago. Before my life changed forever. When one flips through it, one can see my lost hopes. Hopes of getting out of the hospital routine. Hopes of ordinary life. Or you know... a unicorn. But we both know that only one of those came true.

I sigh before focusing back on the conversation Ras, Simone, and the woman I now know as Ellen were having.

"Where are you headed now?," Ellen said, fixing the tea before bringing it over to us.

I grabbed the mug sipping it before putting it down, fanning my tongue.

"I burnt my tongue," I said with my mouth open.

"Close your mouth before bugs fly in," Ras snickered.

"Your so lame," I said with my mouth still open before closing it.

"Er... Norrköping," Simone answered, smirking at our antics.

"Oh, I see."

"What's there?"

"Our dads'"

"What's your dad doing in Norrköping?"

"He works for Apollon," I spoke up.

Ellen stopped cooking for a second.

"What's your dads' name?" she asked.

"Frederik. Frederik Andersen,"

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