Finding Tristan ✓

23: Last Breath

"Scars remind us where we've been. They don't have to dictate where we are going."

Marcus

I peaked inside of her room through the windows during the nights she slept soundly. Often times she would twist and turn in her sleep, dreaming of me. She would whisper words of hatred and fear, a layer of sweat resting on her beautiful porcelain skin. There were times when she would let out a scream here and there, as if she was frustrated with everything. I have had plenty of open opportunities to slam her head with a bat and just drag her away, but I really enjoyed observing my lover the most.

I didn't like to physically hurt her in any way. It was the way that Kylie responded towards the environment and the people around her that interested me so much. I didn't care about the people she interacted with whatsoever as long as they didn't try to steal her heart away from me. When I found out Tristan had swept her away in his arms and placed his lips upon hers, it made my blood boil to the bone. But I was confused towards Kylie's reaction when she told me to come out and to just take her life with my own hands during one of her dreams.

She would rather want to waste her life away for that scumbag? Kylie deserved so much better; she deserved me. She deserved someone who has much more power than people would ever think of. I am the mastermind, and I am more capable of taking down those who were in my way and those who try to get between us, rather than living a normal humane life. I could be her protector and her one and only husband, someone who will cherish her like nobody else.

I crave to reach out and touch her beautiful skin. I have been wanting to run my fingers through her wavy hair and explore her most pure attributes. I want to make her mine and keep her in bed with me day and night to fully ravish her striking beauty. I want to hear her call out my name and let her rake her hands down my back. Most of all, I wanted to take her hand in marriage and spend the rest of my life with her and have our own kids.

But for now, I wanted to see how much Kylie was truly capable of. How much pressure was she able to take before she cracks? How far will she go before crashing and burning to the very ground underneath my wrath? I wanted to see how much knowledge she had, and I desire to catch on to all of her moves and tactics. I knew almost everything about her because of the fact that I hired someone to spy on her during the times that I couldn't reach her myself due to my other job.

My co-workers and former colleagues really had no idea of what I was doing during outside of the middle class working life. Often times my friends ask me if they could come over to my house and I let them. But ever since I installed the new locks on my cellar door, they had been suspicious of it at first. I told them that I had very expensive gym equipment down there and a showcasing that was related with my zoology major. They pretty much kept quiet after that and left it alone.

Fifteen minutes every time before my colleagues would arrive to my house, I would knock out my captives using a high dose of a sedative that is injected to their skin. They would be out for about two or three hours before they would awaken again. And I would always set a time for my friends to leave my place because of the fact my maid comes over to clean everything. No one would ever be able to unlock the cellar door because I had the long digit number memorized in my head.

I spoke with Robert the other night and checked on how Linda was doing. I knew that she recovered from a minor stroke recently and I was slightly sympathetic for her. The sad part is that they have no idea who I really was, and I was tempted enough to target them and spike fear. I actually considered taking out Kylie's father and make his death unknown. I considered chopping up his body and burning it to ashes, and throwing them into lake Mississippi.

I just needed to find the right time to do it, because Robert didn't go out very much. After work, he would just drive right back home to Linda and Kylie. And every night that he would leave work, there would be plenty of cameras in the parking lot around Lake Region, the company that he worked at. I really need to be cautious and craft a bow and arrow soon. I needed to know every worker's schedule and the entire working process. Either that, or I needed to make some changes in my plans and simply back out because getting caught was not worth my time and effort.

I have also thought of taking my own life plenty of times due to the crimes I have committed in my life time. I knew that I deserved to die and rot in hell because I have cause people so much pain and I have taken lives of the innocent. But I would rather die in honor by the hands of my first love. It's the only thing I have wanted all the long, but at the same time, I don't think Kylie would be able to handle herself while I'm gone. And I just want to see so much more out of her and enjoy it while it all lasts.

I know she won't ever forgive me. I know that she will never love me back, but at least she knows that I exist. At least I had chances to see her laugh and smile. I was able to see the old happy glint in her eyes. I was the cause of her pain and misery, and I just couldn't see it until now.

I have given plenty chances for Tristan to speak and reason with me. He is a very kind person, and I believed that he was far more worthy than me even though I was an older individual. I could see that he had so much more potential, and the amount of knowledge that he contained was unbelievable. He knew things about Kylie that I didn't even know about. All I have ever been doing is watching her from the distance and lurking around in the shadows.

I was such a coward. I was a disgrace and a disappointment to the human race.

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Today was the day that I was going to attempt to do something that many ruthless criminals have done before. I wrote a note telling the location of my home and slipped the folded piece of ivory colored paper into my coat pocket. I signed it with my initials and the date and time. I closed my eyes for a brief moment before looking down at the distance between the concrete and I. As the first snowflake fell, more kept coming, and soon a small blizzard was present in the air.

I smiled for the very last time as a tear slipped down my cheek. I embraced the cold breeze that bit my skin and I lurched forward, letting my arms and legs flail aimlessly behind me. I took an excruciatingly long breath and gratefully let myself free. As I hit the pavement, I let out a bloodcurdling scream before I entered eternal peace and darkness.