Slowly Killing Me

Murderer

"follow me, let's go se-see the rest. They have been waiting" Toby grabs my hand, his grip was tight. "That hurts..." I say. Toby must have not heard, or chooses to ignore me. He tugs me toward the window. "I'm not going anywhere! I hiss and pull away. "Why not?"

"As a child, I was to dumb and young to understand why you did what you did. You lied to me as a child" I say. "I d-didn't lie to you, I just didn't choose to tell you" "still I need to know more..."

"W-we will talk when we get there" he says. "Get where?" I ask,  my mind was still foggy. It feels as if a cloud of mist was blocking my memories from view. "The mansion of course! "Shhh​, be quiet! I hiss. "You will r-r-remember when we get there" he says.

We walk through the same horror movie woods. The same as I can remember, except some of the trees have been cut down. I can hear crows in the distance. They seem to be looking at me, I guess because I'm an unfamiliar face. "Hey, why did you come back? I ask. "Because I said I would" he answers.

"Then why did you say that?"

"Because we are f-friends"

"How are we friends?"

"Because w-we have a l-lot in common"

"How?

"You are like me"

"......bullshit"

Toby stops and turns to me. "We c-can discuss this when w-we g-get there" he says. The wind picks up and blows through my hair. I fold my arms and continue to follow my friend. I don't trust him, I don't know if I can. He murdered a man after all.

A drunken probably a abusive child molester man. But, hell I didn't know him. All I know is he drinks a lot, from the bottles I remember seeing.

It still feels like a dream-- a nightmare I mean.  When he left...I Remember the next day I asked about it. But I made my words very careful:

"Mrs. Field" I asked. "Yes dear?" she responded. I started to shift my feet, putting my weight on one side, then the other. I blink the tears from my eyes. "What if, someone...Hurt someone? "What do you me?" She asks. "Like...Killed someone?" She kneels down to meet my height level and looked up in my eyes with concern. Her pretty green eyes frowned. "Why you ask honey?" She questions. "I just want to know" I say. "Honey...You don't need to worry about that. You will find out when you're​ older"

That was my favorite teacher, and tho she didn't tell me I think I knew the answer. It would be jail or asylum. At least for him.

My teacher died, she was nice to me. But apperantly her husband didn't like her that much.

We got to the mansion. It was smaller to me now that I'm taller. But it was still big. It is dark in here, I can only see the outline of stuff. The light turns on. "So....where are the rest?" I ask. "T-there out, but they w-will be here soon" he says. "What are they doing?" I ask, with hesitation. Toby pauses and turns on his heels to face me.

"Just taking care o-of things..." I give him a look and circle around the entrance. "So this is it? I ask. "Y-you still don't r-remember?" Ugh, we would c-come here sometimes to p-play with o-our friends" "tch, it sounds childish when you say it" I mutter.  Toby looks at me. "They will be h-here soon"

I huff and lean against the wall. Toby looks at me as he paces. I glance at him but then turn my head to the side. "It's so boring, w-why don't we have fun! Toby insists, joy lights up in his eyes at his ideas. "Well what do you have in mind...?" I ask. Toby smiles and holds out his hands. I glance down at it. "What? You have s-something b-b-better to do? I don't trust him.....But I grab his hand anyway.

We are roaming through the streets hand in hand. I feel like a kid again, a little girl holding his hand. Eager to play. Then.... "Toby don't tell me we are..." My voice trails off as I turn to him. I slip my hand out of his grip. "It will be fun, I p-promise" he says. "That's what you said last time..."

Toby turns back to the street. "You co-coming or not? He bellows. I don't move. I want to walk back... I, am not tho. Toby holds out his hand, waiting for me to grab it. I sigh and walk ahead. "I'm not a kid, Toby"

Our feet slap the pavement as we walk--speed walk. This was one of those times when I grow angry with myself. Toby calmly walks behind me. "S-stop" Toby holds a hand out in front of me and turns me around. I stare at a medium sized house, the lights are off. I turn to Toby, but he was already starting to walk.

This isn't right....

I follow him. "Who's house is this?" I ask. "S-she is a teenager, h-her parents a-are out. S-she goes out to parties and have s-sex"

"She is home a-alone right now" Toby tries the door knob.  Toby pauses and then slowly opens the door. Toby glances at me and steps in side. "Toby" I hiss. He doesn't respond.

"I don't want to be here. Let's just go back" I say. "G-go then" he starts to walk up the stairs. I feel my way around onto the stairs. I grab his hoodie, so I stay close behind.   

We walk to the end of the narrow hallway. He turns back to me before opening the door. His hatchet at the ready.

The girl was up already, she was cowering in the corner. "Who are you?" She asks. Toby slowly walks up to her. I stayed behind watching from the door. My eyes were wide, I have sympathy for that girl. "Please....Don't hurt me" she sobs, hear voice was weak and wavery. Toby puts a finger to his mouth, while pulling out his hatchet. "No! She sobs.

I can't look, it's to much. Then, Toby turns around and holds out his hatchet. I swear my heart stopped for a minute. The spotlight from the moon shines on it. I step back. "Y-you're wasting time" he says gently. I shake my head.

He grips my hands and places on the handle of the axe. "D-d-do it!

I step in the room, holding the hatchet with two hands.  I look upon the teen...

She is a little bit older then me. Just by the short red dress and messy makeup, I could tell what kind of girl she is. A party girl, but nobody deserves to die. Not even....Toby, I guess.  She was bawling her eyes out, leaky masscara runs down her face. "Please don't..." She clenches her chest. Why you crying, run...

Toby gives me a little shove forward. "Go on" he says. She sobs even harder. "Oh god..." Why am I allowing this. Why am I doing this!

The hatchet wobbled in my hand. My hands start to build sweat. I tear up too. "Go o-on then!

I turn back to him, begging. "I-if you don't...You die w-with her" he hisses. I swing the hatchet up. Raising it over my head. "I'm sorry..." She lets out a scream.

I stumble out of the house. The screams are still ringing in my ears.