Murdered by a saint.

Monster

Chapter Twenty one

Turning over my head in almost every direction I watched in silent horror, the murder scene only I could have created but couldn't remember.

Not only was I still shaking over my nightmare of Jenn, but now I knew I was awake- I new I was responsible, I had to be.

Why? Why did I do this? Why.. Why?

A red haired girl, maybe no older than sixteen rested a top a man with thinning black hair and short legs in one of the corners of the room. The red haired girls mouth ripped across to one side, leading all the way toward her hair line. Her tongue missing. The older mans thinning hair was starting to crust over, on the account of the blood from the girls mouth dripping in pools of Crimson on top his head.

People. About twelve or so, covered across my bedroom. Scared there maybe more I quickly ran into the hallway, rushing into every room I had- even checking outside the window in case any scattered the doorstep or surrounding area.

Luckily there wasn't a mangled corpse in sight, no corpses in general. Slowly backing away from the window, I felt my back press against a wall. Needing the support to hold myself up, desperately.

Reaching my hand up to my head, I ruffly run my fingers trough my head. Beyond frustrated. Frustrated with being here, frustrated with being created, frustrated with my creator not being here, frustrated that I care he's not here, frustrated that I have corpses being in my bedroom, frustrated that I don't know how they got there, frustrated that am the one who had to have done that to them, frustrated that somewhere in me.. I know I don't care.

Frustrated am a monster.

"Monster."

Jenn, please understand what am about to do.

Silently I quickly storm into my corpse room, not even the slightest bit disturbed after my mental turn in the hall.

Reaching under my bed, I ruffly push aside the arm of a twelve or thirteen year old boy corpse, gripping the handle of my old backpack and pulling it out throwing it on the bed.

In a quick daze I pack almost everything I think I'd need.

Knife, rope and my memories of what little I learned from Winters useless lessons. Especially considering he stopped giving me them altogether after our.. Scuffle.

Slipping the strap over my shoulder I rush out my bedroom door, quickly reaching my front door. As I turn to close and lock it with my skellington key, dangling close to my locket I hear a faint step.

"Going somewhere?"

I know that pixie, light dangerous voice anywhere.

"Nowhere you'd need to know, Layla." I   say, hearing the click of the lock locking into place.

"Oh, that so? Well I think the corpses your hiding in there say other wise."

"Am sorry," I say turning to face her. "I don't believe I know what your talking about."

"Really? Cause I think that quite large stain of blood on your shirt there," she says falsely sighing. "Says otherwise."

Refusing the urge to dart my eyes downward towards my shirt, pulls at me. I just stand there silently sighing, rolling my eyes.

Smiling her mouth bares a small potion of her teeth, crossing and uncrossing her arms until she starts to talk again.

"So, you never did answer my first question."

Still refusing to talk she continues.

"You know, no one here locks there doors here, we don't have a real need nor desire to steal. Besides I doubt anything you have in there" she nods her head in my homes direction. "Is even worth the effort.

"Besides" she begins again. "Stacy always knows what goes on here, so the only people here in this place who actually do lock there doors are the newbies with something they think they need to hide."

Letting out a huge huff of collected air I coldly stare her down. Leaving her completely unfazed, still grinning anticipating my reply.

"Alright." I finally say crossing my arms defiantly. "If you must know, am going to get Damon's pycho ass back and get some damn answers. Now if you'll excuse me I'll be on my merry way."

Flashing her a lazy grin I start off down the slope leading away from my house.

"Uh huh," she calls as I freeze mid step. "Now how exactly were you planning on finding him? Or oh I don't know, even managing to bring him back?" Shes a few steps behind me when I turn around.

"Well, the second one I was planning on figuring out on my way there."

Nodding she begins to speak. "Yes, and for the first part?" She says quirking up a blonde eyebrow.

As I stand there silently, she rolls her eyes. Turning on her heel, she reaches over the railing of the slope reaching into the bushes lining it. Lifting up a small plaid pink spiked backpack, slipping it on her slender shoulders.

"Excuse me but, what exactly do you think your doing?" I ask crossing my blood streaked arms.

"What dose it look like? Am coming with y-"

"Like hell you are." I cut her off.

Giving a small giggle she turns her anything but friendly smile glare toward me. "Listen sweet heart, just cause mommy dearest relived you of your humanity doesn't mean your all knowing, your far from it. You can actually track your maker but am under the impression you don't know how right? Of course am right, now if you'll please shut the fuck up we can go get him."

She finishes, releasing her glared smile to exchange it for a slight smirk. Trotting down the slope, grabbing a tight hold on my blood stained shirt she pulls me with her.

I had no idea that's what Stacy did to me last night, my humanity. Gone. What dose that even mean? What dose it make me? A sudden shutter rips down my back as last nights last words run rapid through my mind.

"Monster."