Psycho {H.S.}

Three

*edited*

"My name is Chris." I say and I think about holding out my hand for him to shake, but decide against it since he's got the knife pointed towards me.

"Sit the fuck down." He demands with a scowl.

I suck in a sharp breath and release it. "You see, I'm not really into sitting on the floor because I haven't swept yet so its probably like really gross-"

"Sit on the fucking couch then, god!" He yells into my face in frustration. A little spit flicks into my eye and I squint, bringing my hand up and wiping it away. I make my way to the couch mumbling, "say it, don't spray it."

"What the hell did you just say?" He says in his deep, intimidating accent. His shoulders straighten out and I take him all in. He's quite large and towering, and might I say very attractive! Nothing like the criminals I've studied, I'm infatuated with him.

I put my hands up in surrender and he lowers the knife, sliding it into his pocket. "Nothing, nothing." I explain. He huffs in annoyance and begins pacing the room, mumbling to himself.

I start to pick up on some signs and I sort of diagnose him in my head, but I could be wrong. The way he's breathing, the soft, yet visible beads of sweat on his forehead and his tight exterior. They are all signs we are told to examine. But as my eyes are scrutinizing him like some rare masterpiece, he stops in his tracks and turns to me.

My eyes widen and my head turns to the side like a confused puppy.

"I can feel you staring at me." He barks and I shrug my shoulders.

"No I wasn't."

"Yes you were, I saw you!"

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"How can you be sure?"

"Fuck! You're confusing me!" He groans bringing both his hands to his head and scraping his fingers through his hair, roughly tugging on the ends.

"You're hurting yourself." I blurt out, my curiosity getting the best of me. The mans breathing slows down drastically and both his hands fall to his sides. He looks up maliciously and starts to slowly make his way towards me until his calves are touching my knees. I lean back into the couch so I am able to connect my eyes with the green ones before me.

A smirk grows on his face and one of his hands reaches into his pocket, pulling out his knife. I gulp in fear of how close he's bringing it to me.

His body leans forward and his face is inches from mine. His warm breath is felt on my lips, and if I'm not mistaken, this is how kisses usually go. I wouldn't know though. He grabs my chin with his free hand and forces me to look downwards.

He displays his wrist in front of my view and brings the tip of the knife to his smooth looking skin. I gasp when he digs the knife into his arm, not even flinching.

"How do you spell your name, Chris?" He asks and my eyebrows furrow. Why would he want to know.

"C-h-r-i-s." I say slowly so I don't have to repeat myself.

I watch as the knife swerves, blood leaking out rapidly. He carves a 'C' into his skin and my breathing picks up when the blood starts dripping onto my shirt.

He then carves another letter, 'H.' That's when I know what he's doing.

"Are you crazy?" I yell when he begins carving the last letters of my name. Though what he's doing answers my question. I let out a loud, exaggerated breath of air when he grabs my hand. He turns my hand into a fist and pulls out two fingers.

"No, I'm Harry."

He uses them to drag across the letters of my name etched into his skin so they collect his blood on my fingertips. My heart beats rapidly in fear as he lifts my fingers up to his mouth. He shoves the blood covered fingers into his mouth and sucks his blood off of my fingertips. I let out a small shriek and turn my head to the side, which he then grabs my chin and forces me to make eye contact.

He has a proud smirk as he leans his lips close to my ear and whispers, "I like making them watch, kinda turns me on."

A/N:

Short and sweet.

Or should I say short and wtf?!?

This was actually scary to write! Please vote. I just wanted to get a chapter out to you guys.

This book is going to be so scary and ugh!

QOTD- Why do you think Harry carved Chris' name into his arm?

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