Ch.6 ~ Loneliness.

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Loneliness. It's a horrible feeling. It's painful, controlling, even weakening. I was going mad here. My final attempts to leave this place failed, throwing me into a pit of despair. Why me? I was good. I always ate my vegetables and used my manners. Sure, some things I am not proud of but we're all humans. Although, all humans are monsters. Maybe I have to accept that. It was my fate as soon as I stepped foot in this house. To become the feared. Just a coincidence that my only night free is Halloween? I think not. "Violet?" It was getting to me. His voice didn't help. "Violet?" He sounded tired, defeated, yet he still persisted on. "Violet? Please." I quietly opened my door, containing the pain I felt inside. "Violet?" I quickly walked down the dreary hallway towards the staircase. "Violet? Please, let me help you." My steps became faster alongside my breathing. "Violet, please just call, you can't handle this alone." As I got to the staircase I quickened my pace as the tears slid down my face. I broke, I couldn't handle the life I had. I couldn't handle the hell I have. I couldn't handle the immense ache I felt . As I scurried my way down the stairs I croaked out the first word I had in months. "Help." It was hoarse as it scratched at my aching throat cracking half way through. He was there. Stopping me at the end of the staircase. He looked the same as the last time I had laid eyes on him, still the same psychopath I had buried in my memories. I collapsed in a puddle of tears, sobbing on the staircase, how original. He knelt down in front of me, staring right into my bloodshot eyes with a face slopped in empathy and worry. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said as I fisted my hair, pulling roughly at the roots as if it would stop the pounding in my head. I sobbed until I could sob no longer. I cried until I had no more tears. I pulled at my hair until my scalp became numb. I then wished I were in his arms, I wanted companionship, I disposed the pain of being alone so I latched onto his hand. "Let's be alone together." I mumbled more to myself than anything else. He still seemed to smile as bright as the stars above.

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