Signs Of The Past

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It's been long since I have last took a step in this town. Though nothing seemed unfamiliar. No new House...places...or people. All seems to be exactly how I left it with no improvements. The same old boring and nasty town. I already took matters into my own hands, trying to improve the place that I call my home. The ones who always were apart of the stains that stained my eyes are no longer safe from me. Ever since I have escaped that hell hole sanitarium, where a crazy old man tried to talk some sence into my actions, I already killed off some people of my list. Those who visited the same school, the same class, they are all on it. Well, only those who thought it was fun to pick on the weak. I used to be apart of those, but the tables have turned. I am now what they call "pure Evil." The Boogeyman, a nickname they have used to describe the Shape in the shadows. The Shape, that takes whoever dares to cross its path. The Shape, who will put an end to their life's. That Shape, is me.

I killed over seven people now. Each day I try to kill as many as possible, not wanting to waste any time or granting them another day to live, cause that is not what they deserve. It is funny, how everything turned out. How the ones who hunted me down, who demolished me, who pushed me down and never went a day on without tryina make a fool of me. I remember getting teased as a kid 'cause of the Job my mother did. I never had it easy, since day one it has been hell. Always tried to kick me when I'm down, when I never saw a way around and they pushed me over my limits. Their words didn't mean a thing at all to me, they brushed past my ear like they were nothing, while others would say that they would be hurt to hear such things. But I was used to it. It wasn't as if my childhood has been a dream world. It was the same hell and only two persons in my life made it worth living. My mother and my little sister, Boo.

Not a single soul could scrap the inside of my heart, that is what I thought. But then there was you. Y/n. You were something else. Standing over me, trying to get the best of me. Making fun when the last breath was already taken. Always tryna act like a fool, though we both always knew, that you were just another of those nasty weasels. Of his so called gang was no one left anymore and the others who were just watching or anticipating in their actions, they were watching the people from hell. All of them and yet there are some left. A nasty male, who has created a family not to far from my old house. A whore, that stays with one foot on the street and the other in the apartment. And you, Y/n. I let you know, that I am after you, didn't I? The white roses. Those are the same as the day I killed Weasley. The ones I gave to you. They might be not the same color, I couldn't quite remember, though they had the same bloodstained pattern like those I have given to you as we broke apart. And I did give a promise back then and as you should know, I never break my word. Never have, and never will.

You will die. I remember those words escaping my mouth like it was yesterday. When I looked you in the eye and spat those out like venom. The hate I felt back then, is nothing like the one I feel now as I see you standing at the door. I have been watching you for a week now. Always followed you, sometimes even one step ahead. You followed a certain pattern, which made it easy for me to find you any time given. Something inside me clicked though, like a switch it was pulled over as soon as you made eye contact with me. It was as If the world stopped spinning. The time was standing still and in that second it felt like an eternity as I tilted my head. A warmth in me has been released. The fire of the desire has been lit yet again, and that was something I could have quite pinpoint. I wasn't sure and couldn't tell, how you still managed to enchant me. It was as if nothing has changed and you were still the same soul that I came to know as the same one since day one, before that hell hound Weasley got its teeth bored into you.

I almost forgot the little gift I had put down on the doorstep, that is until her body slowly went down. You kneeled down to the very bottom, grabbing ahold of that corpse and standing up yet again. I was confused on why she did that or what reason she had to do that, though I couldn't stop the smirk that was growing under my mask. She was just like how I remembered. The same stoic and brave girl, that I came to know. It was a shame, that soon she would be apart of the dead and for a second I had second thoughts. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to kill her, though that shall be revealed tomorrow, when I will be standing face to face with her pretty little face. As for now, I had to be at a diffrent place. Killing another individual, that I waiting for me to release it from the pain. Silently thanking me as I cut their throat without hesitation. Oh how I loved the warm and thick liquid slowly flowing down my hand. It never failed to satisfy me and yet I imagine that the blood of yours would make it even more twisted.

The second last rose I was holding in my hand, this one is truly special. The time was almost over and tomorrow shall decide, whatever I do with you. Every breath you take, every single day, you shall know that I will be watching you. Yet before I could go, I noticed the presence of that little pet of yours. The guy who has given me a headache since the day I arrived. The one, who has familiarity with the Weasel back then. Who is waiting patiently on my list. For only a split second I decided to place the rose somewhere differently. Just to create some sort of tension in their so called 'dream bubble.' She would thank me. There is no perfect relationship. No perfect life. There is no happiness, that a single person can bring into your life by itself. They all disappoint you at some point in your life and some must realize that one way or another. I had to learn it early, since the day I started to crawl and yet you, you seem to still believe that there is good in each person. But you will soon know, that there is no such good and I would make sure of that. Y/n. You will soon be the Shape's victim. You, will be mine.