Perfect Maniac

Orphaned Once More

Iris' P.O.V

The police officer inched closer. He pulled a blanket off of the couch and wrapped it around me. Tears came to my eyes. I didn't know how to explain. I didn't want to relive it.

My mind wondered. Was this something my mother delt with? Was I an accident? Was I from rape? I chocked out a sob and cried out. I couldn't hold it back anymore.

"He came t-to finish his j-job." I shivered. I bit my lips together trying to calm down.

"I know this is hard. Explain why he is dead." The man glanced down at the dead body.

"I couldn't take it. I-I wanted him off." I trembled. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shivering body.

"Where did this happen?" He looked around.

"On the c-counter." I looked down in shame.

"It will be okay." He paused.

Someone pushed passed the man. The boy with the red hair stood in front of me. He seemed out of breath.

"I can stay with her." He looked at me with pity.

"No. That isn't-" the policeman was cut off.

"She doesn't deserve to be alone!" The boy screamed in protest.

"I didn't tell her yet." The man looked down at the boy. He seemed annoyed.

"Tell me what?" I came to the realization that they held something back.

"Your aunt. Her body has been found dead." The policeman said loud and clear. It may have been clear, though my mind went against it.

"No!" I screamed. "She can't be!" I paused. Tears flooded in along with a headache. "She was all I had!" I lost balance and fell to the floor. I held the blanket tightly around me as though I was using it to protect me from the truth.

I glanced up to see the boy running forward. He seemed hesitant. He wrapped his arms around me for comfort. I didn't protest. I was that person that always pushed people away. Right now I couldn't afford to.

I sobbed causing my stomach to hurt. I faced him. Still holding the blanket around me I buried my face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around me tighter. He slowly stood pulling me up with him.

"Can you stay here with her? I mean, we have a lot on our hands now. We still need to figure things out." He paused. "If you do one thing wrong you will be thrown in prison. It doesn't matter that you are my son. You won't be kept out for something like that. Do you understand me?"

"Yes." The boy replied. At that the policeman shut the door. So he was his son?

The boy led me over to the couch and sat us down. The boy from my art class. He sat right next to me. I am vulnerable, crying, and I only have a blanket on. Yet he stays.

A group pushed through the doors moving the body. I jumped and fled to my room. I put a bra on along with some underwear. I slipped into pajama pants. I needed to get dressed before anyone else saw me.

The door opened and the boy froze. "I'm sorry." He stepped back shutting the door.

I slipped on a black tank top before opening the door. I looked around to see that only stains of blood remained. Decreased yet still remained. I stepped back trembling. I slowly walked to my bed and pulled the blanket over my head.

"You saw me." I spoke without eye contact. "You saw me kill the first boy."

I felt him lower his body next to mine. "I heard screaming. I found you. I'm sorry. I didn't see it all. I saw just enough to say you are the victim." He seemed to choke out his own words. "I shouldn't have let you leave alone. I shouldn't have left. I left that boy alone. I had no idea he would come after you. I'm sorry." I glanced at him to see tears welling up in his blue eyes. "It's all my fault."

I hesitated. I didn't know how to say a fault when I barley knew it myself. "No. It was mine. If I hadn't killed the blonde boy he wouldn't have come after me."

"You did it so no one came after you!" His voice rose. This time calmer he spoke. "It wasn't your fault."

"Maybe it wasn't a choice. Maybe it was just bound to happen." I sunk down under the blanket. Tears started to flow. I let them come. The one thing I didn't want to come was the sob that came with it.

"Things happen. It wasn't bound to happen. It just did." I could hear the hesitation in his voice. "I can leave you alone." He seemed to slide off of the bed.

I paused. "Stay! Please don't leave!" I dropped the blanket and looked at him. He seemed surprised. He kicked off his shoes and scooted next to me. He stayed silent. "You're the only person I have left." My voice was quiet.
A lump formed in my throat. I thought of my aunt and chocked. Why did she have to be dead? How did she die. "How did she die?" I spoke the thought out loud.

"I don't know." He admitted.

"I guess I'll have to wait for information. All I know right now is, I'm an orphan."