Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter Seven ♡

I'd always imagined the day that I was going to get married.

The event would be held in the countryside, at a beautiful little winery with horses and a barn. I'd be surrounded by my family and friends. And most importantly, I'd be with the man I loved.

But apparently fate had other plans for me. And so did the Eddie Gluskin.

Plans for said "wedding" that Eddie was constructing, consisted of me being tied up to a beam of wood while he ran back and forth about his little lair, and sometimes left just for a few short moments to God know's where.

I wasn't even entirely sure what it was he was doing. But apparently, as far as I was concerned I was not allowed to go anywhere, lest I wander off. Which had been the plan at first, and was going swimmingly until my fiance decided he wanted me to sit still and retain my innocence by being tied up.

There was no way in hell I was going to be able to escape now. All be damned.

"Darling, why do you look so upset?" He yelled over to me, with joy thick in his booming voice, while he worked away at the dress on the table.

"Have I done something wrong?" He asked innocently. In the dim light that came from the window, I could see his eyebrows arch, a tendril of his stark black hair had fallen out of place.

For some reason, I desperately wanted to reach out and press it back into place.

You tied me up, and you're going to force me into some sort of marriage, and then you're going to try and kill me?!

"No, why would I be?" I replied as cheerfully as I could, leaning my head back against the uncomfortable beam. I couldn't ruin his mood, because then he'd end my life.

"Good! Can't have an unhappy bride! If Momma ain't happy, then nobody's happy!" He giggled.

Ugh.

What the fuck was I supposed to do in this situation? I was basically waiting around for my death to come, by the hands of a psychotic, yet somewhat attractive, deranged groom.

I'll admit, Eddie had his redeeming qualities; he was sweet, and charming, albeit the gruesome wounds on his face and the bloody eyes. I mean, other than being a murderer of course.

When I first saw him, he was so much more... normal looking. He was a normal man, or at least, on the outside. Remembering that Eddie caused me to sympathize with him, which reluctantly created a soft spot. A very small soft spot, mind you. But I felt that perhaps he'd been dealt the wrong hand... just as everyone in this world has been. Maybe I'd been too quick to dismiss that this man still needed help.

But maybe it was truly just that he was insane, beyond anything that I could help with.

"When I was a boy my mother often said to me, get married son and see how happy you will be. I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind. I will have to look around until the right one I have found..." Eddie had a nice tone to his song. It sounded as if it'd been a song he'd known his entire life, and that he'd meant every word. But it bothered me that he was acting like nothing was wrong here.

Like he didn't have a woman tied up and was getting ready to "marry" her.

"I want a girl, just like the one that married dear old Dad."

I watched him sow his wedding dress, or rather mine, making little adjustments here and there; he occasionally glanced at me to give me a loving smile.

"Darling, you're going to be so beautiful. I believe that this was the dress meant for you." He gave the dress an affectionate pat before walking over to me, pulling me up from under my arms so that now I was standing up with my arms still tied behind my back.