More that a monster - Tyler Galpin (Wednesday series short fanfiction)

blood in the water

I jump out of my bed. What the hell happened. I look around, but I am home, lying in my bed. Was it al just a bad dream? No, it can't be, it was to vivid. My dad walked in. 'I need to go out for a job, it will probably take all day son, so if I am not back in the evening order some pizza.' 'Eh, sure dad. What happened?' 'They found a body, totally ripped apart, poor man.' 'Ripped apart?' 'That is what they said on the phone, probably a bear or something.' 'A bear?' 'Yes, but do not worry, I will find that animal in no time.' He closes the door and runs down the stairs. 'And don't forget your appointment with Kinbott today. I heard him say downstairs. He closes the front door. He is gone.

I jump out of bed and start to walk circles in my room. Was it al real? Am I a monster? I look at myself but I am all clean. How did I even get here? What day is it even? I get my phone that is on my charger. It is Monday, but my last Shift was Saturday. What happened on Sunday? I don't remember, I can't remember. I can't just forget a full day. That is not possible. You can't just forget a whole day. Think Tyler, think. But there is nothing more than a black void.

I pick my phone and call the number of Marilyn. It went over. 'What did you do to me?' There was a silence at the end of the phone. 'WHAT DID YOU DO!' 'Tyler, hun, the question is, what did you do.' 'I.... I will tell my dad about you.' 'Oh Tyler, you don't, because I forbid you to do that.' 'And why would I listen to you? You tortured me. You made me a killer.' 'The last one is on you, and I am still the master of your hyde. So, if you tell someone, I wouldn't mind killing your dad. Or should I say, I wouldn't mind to let you kill your dad. There will be a time that you will obey me fully.' 'Never.' 'Would be so sure about that Tyler.' She hung up. What should I do? What can I do. I start to panic. I look at myself in the mirror but I no longer see me. 

I feel dirty, so dirty. I feel the blood that I no longer see on my body. It is gone, but it doesn't feel that way. I jump in the bathtub. I want to clean myself, I am already clean but I don't care. My soul will never be clean again. 

I put on the hot water and put my head under it. The water is running down my skin, it feels so good. I notice the dirt under my nails. I look closer. It wasn't dirt, it was blood. As fast as I can I grab my toothbrush and start cleaning my nails. I don't want it to be true. I am a killer, a murderer. It wasn't bear; it was me. A monster.

I grab a sponge and soap. I scrubbing myself clean. I scrub everything away. My skin is turning red, but I keep scrubbing. I need to be clean. Clean myself. No more dirt or blood or whatever. Once again, my breath fastens. Tyler do not panic. Do not panic, stay calm. Breath in and breath out. Oh whatever, I am a terrible person. What have I done. I keep scrubbing like my life depends on it. The water starts to turn red. I scrub faster. I need to be clean. I sink down in the water and start to cry. I see some scars from earlier, from the shackles around my ankles and wrists. How can I live with myself. I am a monster, an abomination for the world. I start to scream underwater. 'AAAAAAH!' And the air bubbles went upwards.