WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Sixteen | Psychotic

WHO'S YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER SO FAR?

SAMUEL'S POV

4 Months Until Victoria's Death...

A small part of me dies whenever I go back to the days when I was younger. How everything seemed so peaceful and quiet. How life itself went silent and with every breath you used to take a little piece of your soul comes back to life. How the sound of the crickets at night gave me hope that there will always be a better tomorrow regardless of how today went. Everything about life was beautiful and sweet until I met her — Christina. I don't regret choking her out and attempting to murder her, she ruined me.

 She came back after vanishing for so long with a list of lies and a cup filled with bullshit with a sprinkle of foolishness on the top. She came back trying to walk into my life like the doors were wide open and she expected me to welcome her with open arms. But I won't. A part of me wishes that Victoria never called and let me do what needed to be done. 

I have lied a tremendous amount of times to Victoria for the holy sake of protecting Christina, and protecting her even when she didn't even exist in my life anymore baffled me. I can't lie, Christina's death destroyed me as a child. My soul was torn away and was taken by her to her grave — supposedly a grave. But a huge part of me felt replenished when she died. 

It felt like I could finally become who I always was without the need to hide my identity from anyone, especially myself. As I make my way to Victoria's house I find myself thinking about murder. I have always wondered how it would feel like to take someone's life away, just rip apart the one thing they hold dear.

 I always envied my father for getting the chance to see what murder could feel like. How you would feel knowing you have that much power to simply strip someone from existence. How they would look at you as you slowly take their treasure, and knowing they can do nothing to stop you. I almost had that with Christina just now. 

The sounds of her wheezing and futile attempts of screaming as she tried to pull out of my grip made my heart pound harder than it ever did before, and it was amazing. The rush of adrenaline as I tightened my arms around her neck. The fear in her eyes — it was art.

A large smile forms across my face as I see the sign that indicates I am back in Rivervine. Although I've only been gone for a moment, a part of me already misses this place. Rivervine is starting to feel like home. The streets are becoming familiar. The people are nice. The school is chaotic but the drama is entertaining, so many souls to be fetched. So many lives to meddle with.

I get a call from Victoria as I get closer to the mountain where all the nocturnal events between Victoria and I happened, "Hello," She says ,"how long do you need?" She sounds concerned, like the question she is asking me had a truth hidden behind it. 

Like the smile a marketer gives you when you are talking about your life when all he really cares about is selling you the product. "Not too long." I hung up the phone before she could say anything back. I don't feel like talking to anyone at the moment.

 I just want to go back to that place in my mind where I feel safe, like no one could ever harm me and I am the villain unscathed. It was quite hard to live with such a psychotic mindset when I was younger. When normal kids thought about punching a child for taking their toy. I thought that child deserves to be cut open and fed to the kittens. When normal kids thought about running away from home because their parents yelled at them. I thought about taking my dad's car and driving it into a wall.