Limitations in Observations / Dreamnotfound

Normal Day

TW:Guns, gore, murder (assume murder will be a trigger warning for the rest of the book)

   The sun is what woke me today. I got up and went to wash my face, brush my teeth, brush my hair. I looked normal. I changed my stained clothes that looked a bit too edgy. I also tried to style my hair a bit better. I gave up with a sigh.

Ready for the day I head downstairs. Downstairs to the basement. I hear muffled sobbing. Before I enter I make sure to put my smiling mask on. No one ever gets out, but just to give her hope. Just to make her feel like I'm threatened that she will get out and give away my identity. Entering the room I seal it with the lock behind me.

Whitney. Her name is Whitney. It's one of the few things I know about her. She's selfish. She thinks she's the shit. Her feelings are the most important thing. Normally I don't think people would die over it, but I've been running low on victims. She was easy. She was clumsy and loud. People would notice her disappearance, but I'm convinced no one would care. Her makeup from the night before was streaming down her face. The mascara made her blue eyes pop. I decide to take the cloth out of her mouth, but leave the rope that ties her arms and legs to the chair.

"Pl- please, just let me go-" she is cut off by sobs multiple times "I don't even know what you look like" I walk pass her to my table.

The steel table has a plethora of tools. Scissors, knives, guns, poisons, needles, and whatever else you can think of.

"Please. I'll do anything..." she continues "I just want to go home. I don't even talk to my parents. They won't know that I love them"

Maybe that's because you cut them off to sacrifice your feelings I think to myself. She is right though just because she's self centered doesn't mean I should disregard her parents feelings. I pick up a tape. Her tape. Number 21.

"When I point to you whatever you want to say, whoever you want to say it to, just do it. When I point. I'll give you a minute to think about it." Letting her think I write on the side of the tape I'm about to record on "Number 21. Bent over being self centered". I click it in too place, click record, and point to her.

"Mom I'm sorry for cutting you off. I know you cared but it was just too toxic and you weren't changing. Dad- I you know. Bailey you were the best sister thank you for listening. I wish I was always there. Evelyn I'll miss you enjoy your honeymoon. I love all of you." She ends with a sob. I hit the stop recording button, place it down on the table, finally the mask comes off with a sigh.

"Hard to breathe in." I tell her holding up the mask with a smile.

"Why do you do this?" She stopped crying. She's more angry now.

"I do a lot of things. You're going to have to be more specific." I go to the table, wondering which tool would be best. I decide something quick. She doesn't deserve slow torture.

"The tapes. Why do you record the tapes?" She spits it out and looks down.

"First I thought that being able to hear what people had to say was important. Then I thought it would make me feel sad. Make me stop. Make me feel something. I guess it did. Just didn't really have the usual effect" I walk behind her "it made me happy. I have heard so many regrets, and you want to know the funny thing it made me realize?" I cock my gun.

"What?" I barely hear it as I put the gun to her head.

"It made me realize that I have none." The bang rings throughout the room for it seems longer than normal. She goes limp immediately. I cut the ropes and lay her on the floor. One more thing I have to do. Usually I do it when they're still awake but she didn't deserve that. I get the ice cream scooper and shove it into her eye sockets. I wait to feel the give from her brain and pull. Finally her eyes pop out and I cut the optic nerve. I add her ocean blue eyes to the jars adding it to my collection to the shelf. Now all I have to do is wait for the night.

George's POV

I'm not sure if the pounding headache woke me or the sun making the headache worse. Hesitantly I move my feet to the side and slowly put pressure on them with the cold wooden floor. It takes me a minute and some concentration to stand up but I do. I made my way to the bathroom. I'm annoyed I have to pee. I peed so much last night. So unnecessary. I wash my hands and brush my teeth. My hair is the next thing I decide to fix. I look half way presentable other than my clothes. It looks like Maya vomited on me a little last night.

When I leave my bathroom I notice someone else in my bed. I try to flashback to something, but I can't remember. I slowly walk over and see a gorgeous man also in the bed. Too bad his arm is dropped over his eyes. He's still asleep and we both had clothes on so I don't know what happened. I walk over to my closet and pick out a beautiful blue and white shirt with blue jeans. Instead of changing in my room like usual I head to the bathroom.

By the time I'm done and think I look good I reach for the door knob. Before I can unlock and turn it I hear a knock.

"Can we please talk about last night George?" The man has a hot voice too. This is going to be awkward.

"I'm going to be completely honest with you. I don't remember a single thing about last night." I cringe to myself as I would think he's upset.

"Well open the door..." I'm starting to recognize the voice. Oh no.

"Hey Dean" I didn't recognize him while he was sleeping with his arm over his eyes. I unlock the door and open it. "So what happened last night?"

"Well you were drunk. I told you I liked you. Then you kissed me. Then we got home. Then I didn't want to ya know and you got mad and went to bed." I slammed the bathroom door in his face out of embarrassment.

"I am so sorry. I was not in my right mind. Please forgive me." I shout through the door. I hear a little chuckle.

"It's fine, but George I'm serious. I like you a lot. If you want to see me you have my number. I'll go now. Give you sometime. See you soon." I don't open the bathroom door till I hear my front door shut.

That was absolutely terrible. I grab orange juice and toast and try to deal with my awful hangover. It's 12:30 and I have work in a couple hours. I relax and think about Dean before I decide it's time to leave.

The shift at the pet store is pretty average. Teens coming in to play with puppies. Birds loud as hell. Everything just seems like a normal day. I work till close and for some reason I have to be the one to lock up. I notice one of our smaller puppies is having some trouble so I spend more time than usual with them. Make sure she's getting fed correctly. She needs eye ointment and I rub that on. In the process of taking care of animals my uniform has gotten gross. I change into black jeans and a navy shirt I always keep in my locker. Before I leave I text Dean, "Hey. I want to talk. I'm on my way home from work now. I think I like you too. :)". I leave at around 12 am.

I go out the back door and lock up and set the alarm before I focus and hear shuffling. Like someone is struggling to lift something heavy. I look to see who I can help and my jaw drops. I see the back of a tall male trying to set a girl up in a sitting position. The girl is dead. She has blonde hair and her eyes are gouged out. Before he sees me I hide behind the garbage can and dial 911. Unlocking the door would be too loud and the alarm would go off. Maybe then he'd run. I crawl closer to the door and I get my keys out as slowly and quietly as I can. I stand up and put the keys in the door. Before I can turn them there's a knife at my throat.

"Hello. I wouldn't turn the keys and set the alarm off if I were you..." I notice him lean forward and look at my name tag. I see his smiley face mask. I know who this is "George."

I let out shakey breaths. I let go of the keys. I need to think what I'm going to say. "I won't even tell them I saw you. Please I'll just say I found her. Her family needs to know." He tugs the knife on my neck making me move back with him.

"Please. 1. I don't trust you. 2. Business has been kind of slow. It'd be a shame to let this opportunity go to waste. Besides almost getting caught. This is the most fun I've had in awhile." Tears start to roll off my cheeks, "don't move. It'll be a lot worse if you move." He moves the knife from my neck. He's taller than me he could out run me. He could easily take me down. I can't run. It'd just be worse. No ones at this side of town at midnight. However, I know there's an apartment nearby.

"Fire!" I yell as loud as I can before-