SAM

CHAPTER 5

“You like him, don’t you?”, Anne did not look at me. Her usual cheerfulness was negligible. She attempted to smile.

I nodded. She sighed. “What happened to your finger?” She motioned at my bandaged right thumb.

“Just a scratch” I lied. She rolled her eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to ask”, I could tell she was looking at me from the corner of her eyes, “have you been able to sleep?”

Ever since that day, I had struggled to sleep. I kept seeing the bodies and the blood. I still did. In fact more vividly.

“Yes” I responded.

“Is that all?” she asked.

I couldn’t tell her that my dreams had changed. I had also started to develop some sort of desensitization because of the dreams. I even dreamt that I was the killer. That terrified me a bit.

“Yes”