✍🏻 THIS IS PART TWO! IF YOU HAVENT YET PLEASE GO READ THE FIRST PART THANK YOU! 💖💖💖🤍

They said there was something wrong. That I had experienced severe head trauma. They don’t think I killed the man lying there. I was put in rehab for months. Working with me everyday, trying to get my memories back. But once I did, I didn’t want them anymore. My fiancé was a kind man, always there for me. He held me in his arms when I needed to cry and he listened when I needed to talk. He was rather handsome too. Thick brown hair, tight jaw, sweet smile, blue eyes like oceans. I loved him and he loved me. But he was the man lying there that night. The man I can’t get back. The memories I never regained were the memories of that night. I couldn’t remember. I hoped I hadn’t killed him but there was one thing I did know, and that was my fascination with blood. It could be nothing, it could just be a normal thing. Someone has to be fascinated by blood or no one would ever study it. But that curiosity I gained that night, the fascination I learned of. It made me wonder, am I the monster?

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Part two! Hope you enjoyed!!💖🤍