Mnemophobia

Chapter 7

                     (Scarlett's POV)

   "C-Can you stay here for now? I don't want to be alone..." I asked as I looked up with pleading eyes. He sighed then said, "O-Ok, I'll s-stay." Then he sat back down next to me. "Thanks Toby." I said as I laid my head on his shoulder.  "Y-You're welcome. I'm h-here for you. S-So is Masky and H-Hoodie." He says as I start to smile a bit. "So d-don't worry, we're h-here for you." He says, "I-It'll be alright." He says before standing up and walking out of the room.

I lay down on my bed while my mind is going crazy. Toby seems so nice to me... He's just so nice and strong and... My mind rambled as my cheeks started to heat up a bit. "H-He's amazing..." I said to myself as I curled up into a ball and smiled to myself. But, he doesn't deserve someone like me... My mind said as the questions once again started flowing in my head. What if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if... What if... I kept hearing as I started to feel tears prick my eyes. "Maybe I should just sleep..." I mumble as I go to take my jacket off. *crink* I hear as I grab the pocket area on my jacket. What was that? I think as I reach into the pocket and pull out a picture. It was a picture of a young guy that looked about 16. He had reddish-brown hair and looked like he had bandages wrapped around his arms and wrists. "Maybe I should watch him for a bit. Maybe that will let me level my head out." I said as I put my jacket on the bed and stuck the picture in my pocket.

After I travel back into the city I'm walking around the city looking for the guy in the picture. Now where would he be? I thought as I wandered the city. Probably at school or something. I thought as I walked towards the school. It looked like school just ended for the day and everyone was leaving. Then, I saw him. He had red hair like in the picture, and was wearing a dark purple unzipped jacket and jeans. "Well, there he is." I said as I followed him down an alley from a distance. *splish* "Damnit." I said as I stepped in a puddle. He immediately whipped around to see me then he bolted! "Shit!" I cursed to myself as I ran after him straight into a dead end. He turned around as soon as he realized that he was trapped and pulled out a pocket knife. "Hey! Back off! I'm not afraid to fight you!" He barked. "Hey! What the hell?" I shouted trying to keep my cool. "Why are you following me?!" He shouted. "I just saw you going down and alleyway then you bolted when you saw me! I thought maybe you were doing a crime or something! What the hell did you expect me to do? Walk away like some brainless idiot?" I said as I grit my teeth. "Oh, erm, sorry." He said as he put the knife up, "I just hate it when people follow me. I-It makes me feel uncomfortable." "Well, that's understandable. No one likes to be followed." I said as I try to restrain myself from socking him in the face. "Well, erm. What's your name?" He asked. "Wait, what?" "I asked what your name is." He said again. "Erm, Scarlett." "That's, an interesting name, I guess." He said. "What? You don't like it?" I growled. "No! No! It's not that! It's just I've never met anyone with the name Scarlett." He said nervously. "Well then," I sighed, "What's your name kid?" He groans then says, "Really? Kid? You look about a year older than me. Whatever, my name's Kyle."

(TRIGGER WARNING COMING UP)

Over the next few weeks I started to gain Kyle's trust to the point where he finally felt like he could trust me with his secrets and problems. "Hey, Scarlett? You know how you wanted to know what was under my bandages?" He asked. "Yeah? Why?" I said as I sat up from laying on the ground. He sat up too and started to unravel the bandages around his wrists and arms. They slowly began to get bloodier and bloodier as he kept removing the bandages to finally reveal the cut marks all over his wrists and arms. "What the hell did you do?! Are you depressed or something?!" I exclaimed as I grabbed his wrist. He winced at the pain then led my hand off his wrist. "N-No actually. I'm not depressed at all or having any problems. I did this because I want the blood." "You what?" I asked surprisedly. "I crave blood. I love the taste of it. I love that every time I drink it, it gives me the life force of the creature it belonged to. It just excites me every time I taste it. And it's been getting worse." He said, "At first my own blood was enough to satisfy me, but then I wanted more blood. So I turned to small animals, like birds and pet mice. Then, I started to prey on larger animals like cats and dogs. I've even gotten to the point where I've actually attacked he neighbor's dog so I can drink it's blood." At that moment, I started to smirk at the thought of finding his breaking point. Let's see how much he actually craves it. I think as I 'accidentally' cut my forearm on a piece of sharp metal I found earlier. "Ow! Damnit." I hiss as I grip my arm a bit. "What's wrong-" he pauses as he just stares at the blood pooling on my forearm as I lift my hand off of it. Perfect. Slender-ass will like this info. I think as I watch him stare at the blood. "C-C-Can I drink it?..." he asks quietly as he resists from forcibly drinking the blood from my arm. "Why not? You said you like the taste anyways..." I smirk as I pull my forearm to his eye level. He immediately grips onto my arm and starts sucking the blood from my wound. Well damn. This kid wasn't kidding about craving blood. And what kind of crap is the life force power story?

After a good two minutes he finally stops sucking up the blood and lets go of my arm, leaving a bright red and purple whelp on my arm. He looks up at me with my blood running down one side of his mouth before he licks it up. "Thanks. That was my first dose of blood in a day or two." He sighed before standing up. "Well, I better go home. Bye Scarlett." He said then walked off. "Heh, maybe Slendy will make him a proxy. Who knows. He seems a little on the timid side though." I chuckled then walked towards the forest, "Maybe now Slendy will leave me alone for a bit."