You're Different to Me

Hidden, for Now

I woke to a loud bang with lots of yelling. It startled me as I flinched with adrenaline coming out of dead sleep. Frank took his hand from behind his head, the same position as when I had fallen asleep, and covered my ear while holding my face.
"It's okay, these people never get along." He sounded annoyed.
"They'll calm down eventually, I probably will have to go to trial today. It's been too long, I don't want anyone getting suspicious."
I had almost forgotten that he was a killer in this world. The love and attention he had given me almost seemed to erase my past memories. It was hard for me to imagine that he had to set out to try and kill people that I had once been in trial with. I tried to shake the thought from my mind, this is just where we were, and it's what had to happen.
"I'm sorry, I know this can't be easy to hear since you were with them. I promise they don't feel it as much as you do, they are hardened survivors, who have escaped and died in many trials."
I knew he was just trying to make me feel better, and I appreciated the thought. It did make sense, none of them seemed to sustain injuries like I had and keep them after trial. A loud bang shook the walls, followed by more screaming.
"I need to go take care of this. I'm going to trial okay? The door will be locked and no one should be able to get in. If you feel afraid, you can climb into this wardrobe" he stood to his feet and opened the carved wooden door. Inside there was a small space, just big enough for me to hide in. He left the door of the wardrobe cracked, while he pulled on his worn combat boots. He picked up his hunting knife, from a small bedside table and slipped it in his belt.
"I'll be back soon okay?" He leaned down and held my face in his hands. He slightly lifted his mask and gave me a soft kiss, before pulling it back down and started towards the door. He opened the bedroom door ever so slightly as to slip himself out without fully opening it. Once it was shut, I heard multiple locks click shut.
As I heard his footsteps grow faint, I heard another yell, "What the fuck have you guys been fighting about? Go kill each other outside if you're gonna fight about shit." Then another door slammed. It grew quiet, it was somewhat unnerving. How many other killers were here? What if they found out about me..? I tried to shake these thoughts from my mind and focus on breathing. I sat up in bed, and slid my legs to the side, placing my feet on the cold, wooden floors. Even through my socks, it felt quite cold. I gently rose to my feet and began to look around. The walls were bare, along with the floor. I made my way to the wardrobe and decided to look inside. There were small shelves containing different variations of masks. A few hangers hung on a wooden rod next to them, leather jackets, hoodies, and a few spare t-shirts. I left the door cracked as he had and made my way around the room. On a small nightstand next to the bed, there were knife marks on the top, and a different hunting knife sticking out of the wood. A small picture frame sat next to it. I cradled it in my hands, as I tried to make out the picture through the dusty, stained glass frame. It seemed to be 4 people, posing at a football game under the bleachers. I couldn't make out any of the faces, the picture was too distorted and old. I set it back down and propped it upright. I felt sort of guilty going through the things in his room, but I didn't just want to lay in bed either. I convinced myself I had nothing better to do, and tried to pass it off. The first drawer of the nightstand was pulled out slightly. I slid it open slightly and stopped immediately. It was full of knives that had been stained, and some were still wet with blood. I pushed it shut again, this was my own fault for looking. I realized I had been standing too long, as it was painful to keep doing so. I slightly limped back to my spot in the bed and sat back down. My heart seemed to skip a beat, as the bedroom door took a large hit. My chest pulsed, as I forced myself to stand again. I tucked myself into the wardrobe and pulled the door shut. I covered my mouth with my hand in an attempt to remain quiet. The beating on the door continued.
I winced as I heard the door slam open. I peeked out of the slats in the wardrobe and saw a man in all-black robes and a mask that resembled a screaming ghost. The usual heartbeat in my ears never happened when I was near a killer, but I still felt all the dread. He was deathly quiet, seeming to have dark smoke following his figure. He turned to leave when he stopped, looking at the ground. Shut, my shoes are still by the door... he crouched down, almost examining them, then abruptly stood up and left, slamming the door behind him. I wept silently, I felt like I had ruined Frank's whole plan. The plan he worked desperately for just to keep me safe.