Zombie Boy - Kyle Spencer - American Horror Story

Chapter Eight

I sat up in the rain and pulled my fingers from Kyle's wet hand. He sat up and looked at me with sad eyes. I knew he wanted to kiss me, to touch me.

"I'm going to stay," I said firmly. He smiled and moved forward, but I stopped him. "Not for you. I have nowhere to go. I'm going to stay until I figure out where to go."

"I don't understand," he said, his face twisting. 

My face was blank, my insides were numb. "You and Madison should be together. She seems like she needs you more than I do."

Kyle shook his head, droplets of rain dripping from his curly blonde hair. "I don't want to be with her. I want you. I love you."

"No you don't," I said in a monotone. "No one does."

Later that night I was dry and in a fresh set of clothes. I laid sprawled out on the floor next to the orange yellow fire burning in the fireplace. I don't know why I said what I did to Kyle. I think I was testing him. And at the same time I didn't want to let him in. I've been alone all my life, if I opened up to Kyle and then lost him... I don't know what I'd do.

I sat up at the sound of footsteps pounding towards the room. The next thing I know Kyle and Madison burst through the door, the smiles disappearing from Kyle's face.

"Hi Jamie," Madison grinned. Kyle just stared at me, sad and lost. Then she pulled him in and stuck her tongue down his throat on purpose, eyeing me the whole time. But I gave her no reaction. I silently died inside, torturing myself, forcing myself to watch so maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad next time.

I got up and headed for the door.

"Wait!" Kyle called after me, and I stopped and turned around. He was about to say something to me, but Madison gave him a deathly stare and he shut his mouth. I didn't say anything and I left.

I guess Kyle failed my test. Maybe he wasn't worth it after all. 

That night I was standing in front of the mirror of the bathroom with the clawed tub. Should I leave now? What am I doing here? How could Kyle say he loved me, but then still be with Madison? It felt like he didn't even fight for me. I wish I had somewhere to go.

I stared into the sink. I wanted to not exist. The memories of Madison kissing Kyle and Kyle fucking her against a dresser exploded in my mind like tiny bombs. What would happen if I just didn't exist anymore?

When I looked up at the mirror in front of me, I wanted opened my mouth to scream, but Kyle clamped his hand over my mouth.