- Glyndon Walton: ( Song Of the chapter: Church by Chase Atlantic)
Sunday morning was always the same.
Same routine. Same schedule. Same silence in the car as the driver took me to church.
But this time, my thoughts weren't quiet.
I rested my elbow against the car door, fingers lightly touching my lips as I stared out the window. My reflection stared back at me, but I barely saw it.
My mind was somewhere else.
Still trapped in that moment.
Kathrine.
Her wide eyes. The way she stiffened under my touch. The way her breath hitched when I pressed the fork to her throat.
I exhaled sharply and turned away from the window, pressing the back of my head against the seat.
What the hell was that?
What the hell was wrong with me?
I clenched my fists against my lap. That wasn't normal. That wasn't me.
I don't do shit like that.
I don't pin people against walls. I don't press cutlery to their skin. I sure as hell don't lean in and lick their blood like some kind of fucking lunatic.
