Never in my life would i have thought i would have to face what i'm facing right now. This was the confirmation i'd wanted, it was the confirmation i needed. And yes i'd thought about this, i'd imagined so many different scenarios about this and it turns out my theory was partially true. I felt nauseous, this is real and it's in me i can't escape it.

"Dian..." Faye began to speak but i interrupted her.

"I know".

I didn't take my eyes off my computer screen for one second as i watched my self from last night get off my bed and crack my neck round before slowly walking to where the camera was seated and taping it all.

"I know you are watching me." the version of me on the camera said speaking directly to us. I swallowed loudly, holding my nerves together. "You have alot of questions, you're curious and darling, your curiosity is going to get you killed."

I sucked in a breath and Faye squeezed my hand in hers noticing my uneasiness.

"Just for clarification, you are correct, i am you Dianna, and you are me" she smiled "and oh!" Her eyes shone like she just remembered something "i killed those humans, you killed those humans, we killed those humans".

I gasped, suddenly feeling like the air in this room was too tin. I stared at the other version of myself in the camera. She didn't look like me, she looked different. Although we both have dark black wavy hair that was being rapped up in a tattered bun, the same white olive skin, 5'8 frame and piercing blue green eyes, we look nothing alike.

The way she smiled sent a cold shiver down my spine despite the burning heat inside of me, it was the kind of smile that could send your heart racing in a second and it did. The look in her eyes as she stared at me from the camera is one that screamed a bold red danger sign.

It was like she was looking right into my soul and i would be lying if i say i wasn't afraid. I was damn right scared, afraid i would piss my pants. Afraid of her. Afraid of myself.

"Don't search for me, don't ask anymore questions, because if you do i will know, and it would be the last time you get to see daylight".

Just before the camera went off, i noticed my eyes...her eyes change color from the blue green ones they were to a deep shade of red. And then, just then i realized this whole thing was very real. It wasn't PTSD of any kind no, i was possessed. Possessed by a demon that feeds on female gentiles. Females that i clearly murdered with my own hands. Possessed by the mother of hell.

*****

I don't know if you have ever experienced this before, but there are times when you feel like you want to drown yourself, times when you feel the need to erase your existence from the face of the earth because you feel like the world would be a better place without you. That's how i was feeling back then.

Despite the heat of the July weather, i'd turned on the the heater, filled the tub with steaming hot water and drowned myself in it.

Her words kept on replaying in my head over and over again. You are me, and i am you. I let the heat take me, you killed those humans, we killed those humans. I sunk deeper into the water afraid of what i might do if i came out. All in all the only words i could truly hear was 'you are a murderer'.

I killed those women, i didn't want to believe it before but it was crystal clear now. I'm a murderer. I felt the tears leak down my eyes and be consumed by the water. It was getting harder to breathe by the second and i knew if i didn't bring my head out i could die, right here in my bathroom. I mean that's what i wanted right? The world would be a better place without me in it, and no one would have to die again.

But as the water began to suck of all the remaining oxygen i had, i realized i didn't want to die. Despite the circumstances, i was that selfish that even though i was aware that there was a demon inside me, i still wanted to live. I still wanted to pursue my dreams in photography and art. I wanted to go to New York and drink coffee from the crowded café every morning before school. I wanted to visit Italy and take pictures of the Eiffel tower. There were so many things i still wanted to do, so many places i wanted to visit in the future.

So at that moment i decided i wanted to live and pushed my self up gasping heavily for air.

"Dian! " i heard Faye call out for me but i didn't speak, i couldn't speak. "Dian!" she nocked on my bathroom door "are you okay in there?"

"I'm fine" i finally replied when i could find my voice.

"You sure?".

"Yeah i'm good."

"Okay, i'm making breakfast so meet me in the kitchen when you're done okay?".

"Okay."

When she was gone, i got out of the tub and dried up picking fresh clothes before heading to the kitchen. Faye looked at me and smiled, trying to pretend like we weren't still both shook by the incident an hour ago, that's how long i spent in the bathroom.

"So unfortunately the only thing i can do in the kitchen is make pancakes and of recently bacon that i never tried again so that's off the option. You're going to have to manage."

"Pancake is good" i nodded, faking a smile like i did not just try to kill myself in the bathroom "that is if you aren't burning them i mean".

"Haha Dian, you're very funny" she mocked rolling her eyes.

I took a sit opposite her on the kitchen slab and watched her set the dishes in front of us. We just sat there eating in rare silence, i tried so hard to forget for a second, just a second but it was impossible. I kept imagining things, the look on those girls faces when they died they were terrified out of their minds. Those innocent girls and their mother along with every other victim had died in cold fear. And i was the cause for that, i was the reason that they never got to see their last daylight.

"Dian?" i didn't realize how harshly i'd been stabbing the pancakes until Faye spoke up.

"I'm fine." I said picking up my plate and heading for the living room couch. The silence was soul sinking and i needed a distraction from my negative thoughts so i turned on the TV, but the moment i did, i regretted it.

It was all over the news with the headline 'three women found dead down town in the woods.' They had pictures of all three of their faces with different expressions than when i saw them. They were all smiling and looking happy.

I wanted to turn off the television but instead i sat and listened to the reporter as he went on about how the young mother and her sixteen year old kids where traveling by road to the next town Sharelake in order to get a flight to LA to see their dad since we didn't have any airports here in Randall, when they were attacked by something or someone. That is still a mystery to them.

He mentioned how the man, Ethan Lockwood had cried for the death of his family and swore to get justice for his family. The police had finalized that, in their words 'whatever has been killing these young women isn't an animal but a person. And we will not rest until we have them behind bars'.

I swallowed. Before the reporter could say another word, the TV went off and i turned to look at Faye who was holding the remote control.

"You shouldn't watch that" she said.

"Why not?" i questioned.

"Because, because..." Faye isn't one that stammers, so her repeating her words continuously already tells me what she means to say. " i care about you Dee" she had sadness written in her eyes "and no matter what happens i would always be here for you".

With the way she's looking at me, i know she means every word of it.

"I can't talk about this right now" i said standing up to drop my half eaten dish of pancakes in the kitchen sink, grab my phone and walk out of the house.

I had no idea where i was going, all i knew was that i needed to get out of there, so when i received the text from Damon asking to meat at Joe's, i felt relieved. I hadn't heard from Damon in a while and right then, he was the distraction i needed.

******

By the time i got to Joe's, i spotted my boyfriend sitting at a window booth at the back just where i liked to sit. His blonde hair a mess, blue collar shirt loose a few top buttons exposing a fine peek of his toned pecks.

"Hey" i said, he looked up at me, grey eyes staring into green ones as a toothy grin spreads on his lips.

"Hey" he said gesturing for me to take a sit opposite him and i did "so i got you your favorite expresso with extras cream and sugar, and the red velvet cupcake you love."

For the first time today i smiled "are we celebrating something?"

"No" he said pushing the sweets towards me "just thought we needed some time together". Oh, we do alright. "we barely hang out of recent and that's on me, but today i was to see not just your usual smiley emojis but your actual smile." he paused "just like that".

"Well then, we better not waist this precious hour then my awesome boyfriend" i said and he chuckled lightly.

"We better not".

We spent the whole day laughing and taking about anything and everything. He took me to my favorite ice-cream pallor and got me all my favorites. I felt relaxed and for a moment, just a moment, i forgot about the agonizing events of earlier that day, but still i couldn't help but notice he was a little tense all the while.

"Are you okay?" i asked.

"I'm good, why?" he's brows crease as he looks down at me.

"You just seem a little...tense".

He smirked. "babe, i know i'm hot, it's not easy to miss, although i'm flattered that you keep gawking at me every second."

"That's not what i'm talking about" i rolled my eyes.

"Have you seen the news today? someone's murdering young women in town."

Just like that, my entire mood is destroyed. I had that nagging feeling in my gut again, the feeling i thought had gone away for just a splitting second. It was stupid of me to think i'll a peace of mind for the rest of the day.

"You have to be careful Dee. It's dangerous out there, especially at night".

I just stud there frozen and feeling like i was going to puke.

"Are you okay?" he asked looking at me with genuine concern.

"Yeah i can handle myself, i'm good" i lied right through my teeth. I couldn't tell him, i just couldn't. He'll think i'm crazy and a murderer. He'll hate me and he would never want anything to do with me anymore. I didn't want that. I couldn't bare the thought of losing him because he meant that much to me. "You aren't though. what's up?".

"What do you mean?".

"I know you well enough Damon, i can see right through you, tell me what's wrong."

He looked at me with sad eyes and gulped. A few seconds and all he did was stare intently at me like he was memorizing every edge to my face. An expression filled with longing and remorse, one that i hardly ever see on his grey orbs.

I'd assumed it was something simple, maybe just minor problems at school, maybe just the usual college stress, maybe something going on with his family, or guy problems, whatever that is. But in no state did i ever imagine the next words that fell right out of his mouth.