Caroline Cross? nah, Caroline Ray

inkling of sadistic tendencies

I set him down on the floor of my bedroom, shut the door and went to sit on my bed, he joined me shortly after, i had to help him get on my bed..sometimes my bed was too tall for me too, so i wasn't gonna taunt him about it.

"I like your room Caroline, you like butterflies huh?"

"Yeah!! I do, they're so delicate..and fragile..and easy to tear apart, they don't scream when you tear them apart either, thats what I like about them."

Chucky looked at me in a way I can only describe as a spark of interest, he couldn't believe a 6 year old girl just came out and said that like it was normal..but it was normal to me! And honestly with everything we talked about on halloween it should be normal to him too.

"I've never thought of them that way, another one that doesn't scream is rabbits..mice..hell even a cat if ya catch it quick enough. Anything can be silenced and ready to kill if you catch it quick enough..which begs the question, are you more of a stabbing kinda girl or a strangulation kinda girl? Cause I see the appeal of both."

"I'd be more of a stabber..I like knives! But I've never told anyone about that before..they'd just find me weirder than they do now, and I can't let that happen..but..i always wondered what it'd be like to take a life, I wouldn't start with a human first..there's this stray cat that comes around our house, I named him mousey because he's small and grey, and.."

"Go on, say it. I'm intrigued, kiddo."

"I feel like I'd get caught, or that it'd be too messy for me to clean up, I'm too scared to do it, but I want to.."

"Y'know, Jake had a cat. Can't remember the little fucker's name..but I killed it. And it felt good, not nearly as good as killing a person but, for you I'd say start small..that cat is a good start. How often does it come around?"

"Every couple of days..i did hurt it once..not too bad, but clearly not enough for it to stay away, it keeps coming back."

"How'd you hurt it?"

9/15/21

"Awww! It's mousey!!" I looked at the appropriately named grey cat in my backyard..how adorable, I approached the cat as I usually did and rubbed it's back, it hissed at me..maybe I touched too hard? Or didn't give enough warning? I reacted the same way when people touched me without warning.."alright..I get it, I'm sorry.." I muttered, the cat brushed up by my legs and I smiled down at it. I wasn't all happy though..a part of me felt mad.

This cat never ever hissed at me before, what did I do to you? Huh? I reached down and picked it up, the cat freaked out and flailed in my arms, hissing at me. "Hey! Stop that!! AAAAH!" It scratched and bit at my arms and wrists, blood trickled down my arms. I was overcome with rage and shoved the animal out of my arms, screaming as I did as it's claws were still dug into my wrists.

I glared at the animal as it fixed a defensive pose and looked at me like I was stupid for even picking me up, I'm. Not. Fucking. Stupid. I stomped over to it, I must've blacked out or something because as soon as I put my hands around it's neck..I heard some screeching meows, and then when I focused again it was gone, not dead, it had ran away or something. Either way I was confused as to what happened, streaks of blood ran down from my forearms to my palms, I liked the color..but not the burning feeling coming from the wounds, however many there were.

"Caroline?! Honey are you okay??" My gaze snapped up towards my mom, I couldn't even cry. For some reason I didn't instinctually start crying like a 6 year old should..I just looked at her and shook my head slowly. "..no..I don't think so, mommy. Mousey attacked me." She grabbed me up, and took me inside to the bathroom..she took off my shirt to better access the wounds, they weren't grisly..but they certainly weren't pretty either.

The rubbing alcohol burned my skin, I closed my eyes and groaned at the sensation, I felt like crying now. It burned so bad, the alcohol, the hydrogen peroxide, the bandage wrap was the only comforting part about it. I sat there on the toilet lid looking down at my arms as my mom went to get me a different shirt, I heard her and daddy arguing about whether or not to go to a hospital..my mommy declined repeatedly, saying it would ruin her image to go go the doctor over something 'small' and my daddy insisted I go to the ER..to make sure I'm all alright, I know I'm not. But at least the bleeding went down some, and it didn't burn too much anymore.

"That's how I hurt it, it felt..so.."

"Surreal?"

"Yeah..sure..surreal."

Chucky looked at me with interest, he looked absolutely starstruck. Did we have that in common? Was his first kill an animal? Couldn't have been..he was too strong for that, I can't see chucky starting off on animals. "What was your first kill? Was it also an animal..?"

"Well..considering you didn't kill it I can't say it was 'also' but..no..not an animal."

"Tell me, chucky! Please..I wanna know, I'm curious."

"Only if you kill that cat when you see it next time."

"I will, I'll do it for you."

"Awesome, now..lemme tell ya about my first ever kill..you won't believe who it was either."