Call Me CryBaby

8 | GingerBread Man

I gasped as the realization hit me hard. My eyes were bulging so wide, it almost fell out of its sockets. I covered my mouth.
Maybe this was why he never showed his paintings.. I sobbed a few times.

I backed away slowly, still petrified by the disturbing sight in front of me. Then I tripped. There was a box under me. A dark brown box with carvings on top of it. My curiosity was killing me, so I opened the box slowly. Cockroaches came out of it, lots of it. I fell to my back again, startled. I waited a few seconds to make sure no cockroaches were left behind. I crawled closer to the box and peeked inside. There were no paintings, instead there were books and papers inside. I grabbed the first book I saw slowly and opened it.

First page.
February 19- 2010.
I decided to write a journal. Because I have no one to talk to. There's something wrong with me. I killed a cat. I didn't know why I did it. But then I felt like it wasn't enough, I needed more. So I killed Jamie, Hayley's new pet. I cut some pieces of his body and stitched it onto my painting. I felt satisfied.

I stopped reading. It was Jamie wasn't it? I remembered when I was thirteen and Jake was fourteen, I woke up one day, Jamie was nowhere to be found. I thought he ran away. Jake.. how could you? Another tear rolled down my cheek. I opened a random page.

March 4, 2011.
I've been painting animals for the last twelve months. It was no big deal, animals are worthless. But I did something bad.. I did it to my own family. I drugged them on supper. Then late at night, I came to their room and cut some pieces of their body parts. I was careful not to take too many so that they wouldn't think I was the one who took it. It was so hard with Hayley. I wanted to just pull every single strand of her hair, but I didn't. I would be a bad brother if I did that, wouldn't I? Then I stitched everything onto my painting, including my body parts. The painting was perfect, and alive.

My tears fell out uncontrollably. I couldn't stop myself from sobbing. It was too hard. My own brother, the closest person to me, was the one who kept the biggest secret. Even though I wanted to run away, my fingers just couldn't stop. I fast forwarded it to 2012.

April 10th, 2012.
Amy died. She was my first girlfriend. We fought a lot, but still. I wanted her to be remembered, so I went to the hospital and stole her body. I cut her body apart. I cut her skin, face, clothes, then I pulled her heart out of her chest. It was fun. The painting of Amy was the one I'm most proud of. It is perfect, I can stare at it all day. I dumped her body to the lake. I know that was rude, but I didn't know where else to put her dead body into.

Oh my god..

But after that, I regret it. Why did I do that? That wasn't me.. I locked myself inside my room for a month. I remembered feeling her blood on my own hands, I killed my own lovely dead girlfriend.

"Oh my god.. Jake.." My eyes were already red and swollen by now. How didn't I know this all these years? Jake and I were so close.. why didn't he tell me? I told him everything about me. This was unfair. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Hayley? You in there?!" Nate shouted.
"Yes.." I said, barely audible. "Hayles? What's wrong?! Let me in!" He bang his fists on the door. "No! Just- I need a few more minutes Nate. I'm fine!" I shouted back. Then I heard his footsteps walking away, fading. I averted my attention back to Jake's journal. I opened the last page of the book, but it was gone. It was ripped out of the book. But there was a tiny part left behind from the last page of the book.

I'm so sorry, Hayley.

My curiosity was killing me. I needed to know what was written on the last page. I needed to find the rest of the ripped page. I needed to find the most important page of the book. I got up, but then something fell out of the the book. A tiny piece of paper. It was written by another hand-writing. It wasn't Jake's hand-writing. I grabbed it and read the words.

Hello, killer.
If you want to know what Jake wrote on the last page of the book, the answer you've been looking for all these years, I have it with me. If you want it, finish the game. This is just the beginning.

I ripped the piece of paper apart then stomped it on the floor multiple times. I was angry, and confused.
"LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME THE HECK ALONEE!!" I screamed over and over again, pulling my hair, frustrated. I walked backwards and hit my body against the wall, I sat there, on the corner. "P-Please.." My voice cracked. "L-Leave me alone.." I whispered, sobbing.

"HAYLES? I'M COMING IN!!" Nate shouted. A few seconds later he managed to kicked open the door. "Oh my god Hayles.. what happened?" He whispered. He lifted my face and stared right into my soul. I didn't answer, I had no expression on my face. He sat beside me then embraced me into a warm hug and caressed my hair. We stayed like that for a few minutes, without saying a word.
Then I finally spoke up.
"Nate.. Jake was a killer, and he hid it. I can't even imagine who else was keeping secrets from me." I whispered lowly, my voice hoarse.

Little did I know.. It was nothing compared to the real secret I was about to figure out sooner.
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A/N: omg im soo fricken sorry for the late update! I wanted to publish this chapter yesterday but I was busy as hell. Like really busy that I didn't even have time to take a shower lol. But anyways, hope u guys like this chapter!

See ya next friday (or saturday, or sunday lmao)! Luv y'all - PO.