PUPPY

CHAPTER 31

I sobered up instantly.

What is this?

Why does he have this?

The pictures of me and my brother didn't shock me that much, but the others did.

The more that I looked at them, the less I believed in what I was seeing.

I want to vomit.

In every polaroid picture, there was blood, a lot of it. I don't know what words to use to describe everything.

I picked a couple of pictures into my hands. I looked at the first picture and gasped in horror.

A young Neil was sitting in the centre of the photo. An older woman that I can guess is his mother was sitting on his left side. On his other side, there was a younger woman, a sister or a former girlfriend. Behind them, were two young men that resembled Neil and one older man, all hanging from the ceiling by their necks. All the people in the photo had their necks slid open except Neil. Blood was everywhere, on the floor, walls, people and their glamorous clothes. Neil was simply sitting there, smiling as if nothing it's happening around him. At the bottom of the picture, it was written in red: Happy Christmas! Red suits us best! ~ December 2008

What the hell is this!?

Unfortunately, the next picture was of Steve. It was shot in a dark room. I could see his broken limbs, and there was blood everywhere.

Then I found another picture of my mother, her hands were cut off her arms, her legs were broken and she had no eyes.

I regret finding this box.

Are these pictures even real?

I hope not.

I started looking at all the pictures on the floor, my brother, the geography teacher, Casandra, my father, some people from school and some from my first job as a student, all dead.

They are all dead!

But how can they be dead?

The room started to get smaller, my breathing quickened, and I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

My head was dizzy.

I don't understand-

"Oh, Puppy, you had to find it?"

My eyes quickly shot up to Neil's disappointed face. He was standing at the door of the bedroom.

"What is this?" I said as I showed him the pictures.

He closed the door behind him. "I keep them as a memory."

"For what?"

He let out a light breath of air and started to walk toward me.

"Stop right there! First, answer my questions!" I shouted.

He stopped and lifted his hands. "They are a memory of people that hurt you, my Puppy."

Tears started to form in my eyes. "Y-you did this?"

"Yes, for you."

The world came crashing down.

What the hell?!

He lowered his hands and walked toward me.

He did it.

He's the killer.

"For me? Why? I don't understand."

Tears started to form in my eyes.

He squatted down to my eye level. He extended one hand toward me. I turned my head away before shutting my eyes. "Don't touch me."

I don't want him to touch me with the same hands that killed.