who is she?

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(Nobody's POV)

April 9th the beginning of school
(5:30 a.m)
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Three days after Sam murdered his last victim. Sam stayed home for those days still thinking about the girl. Why didn't he kill her? The thoughts run wild in Sam's head but come to an end when he hears knocking outside his door. Sam quickly gets up and sits on his bed.

"Come in!" Sam says acting as if nothing happened. While in truth Sam couldn't get his mind off that girl sleeping in her bed soon coming to find out that there was a bead body right underneath her room. Soon the door opens to relieve Stanley's face. Sam now looked confused on why Stanley was there, usual Stanley wouldn't bother Sam as he knows Sam is a secretive person staying in his room to avoid talking to people, but it's been three days since Sam had killed someone and Stanley started to get worried Sam had gotten into something and couldn't get out of it.

"Hey, Sam just checking up on you. I haven't seen you get out of your room for three days now, did something happen? You'd usually be out killing some old guy." Stanley makes eye contact with Sam waiting for Sam to say something but nothing comes out of Sam's mouth. A few minutes go by and nothing happens when Stanley sees Sam wasn't going to say anything he spoke up.

"Come on kid, just say it. You know you can't hide stuff from your old man." Stanley gets closer to Sam taking a seat on Sam's bed next to him.

"I-i.... don't know." Sam curls up into a ball bringing his knees to his face hiding it between his legs. Ever since Sam saw that girl it's like his brain been on off mode like he can't function without seeing that same girl again. Stanley brings his hand to Sam's head playing with the stains of hair and caresses them, making Sam feel more at ease.

"Come on Sam, there must have been something that made you like this? You know I won't judge you. I'm just worried if you did something wrong and if you need my help." Stanley gets closer to Sam making Sams head to lay on Stanley's shoulder.

"Stanley, what was it like for you to fall in love?" Sam says now feeling embarrassed of what he said to him. Stanley slowly looks down at Sam and waits for a second to put in words of how it felt for him to fall in love.

"Oh is that what this is about? You fell in love didn't you? But anyway how do I say it? well when I first saw you Aunt Mary my heart stopped all I could ever do is think of her, she made my day brighter it's like whatever she did was the most important thing to me, but enough about that who's the lucky gal? Did you get her name?" Stanley says looking mischievous, interested in the conversation of this so call other, Sam's been thinking about. Sam didn't know what to say he couldn't just say."oh I met her at a party outside of town. when I was murdering someone maybe one of her friends and left the rotting corpse on the couch underneath her room." Sam thought of those words feeling more guilty of what he's done.

"Well, not exactly I just met her a few days ago and I can't stop thinking about her. she's so beautiful..." Sam looks down at the ground thinking about her pale face and long purple hair.

"Mhmm, well? Are you going to tell me what she looks like? Or are you gonna sit there moping all day?" Stanley getting more interested in the girl Sam was talking about.

"She's beautiful, she has long purple hair, pale skin like the sun never touched it before-" Sam slowly muttering those last words. He thinks of what her eyes might look like and starts to blush thinking of what he could do to her. Sam then starts to think of what her name might be. "She must have the cutest name ever, such a beautiful girl like her must have one but I never got it." Sam thinks getting Stanley's attention.

"Hey, kid come on don't start day dreaming about her now, you're gonna give yourself an erection....hey, Sam earth to Sam wake up." Stanley snaps his fingers getting Sam out of his trance. Sam slowly gets to reality once he feels his pants getting tighter around his legs. Sam quickly looks down then looking away to not attract attention to his underside and closes his legs making sure Stanley doesn't see what was happening to him.

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