Sincerely, Tyler ▸ (Sequel to Dear, Rosemary)

22

"Get up from the bed, Tyler," He instructed me sternly, his eyes glowing deeply in the dark before me, "Walk over to me."

I obliged to his order, my feet slowly leading me towards him at the bedroom door. Instinctually, my hand clasped the door knob as I'd almost lost my balance, still being tangled in the sheets, a chuckle arising from him as I embarrassed myself.

He was so cold beside me, causing a shiver to run through my body. Warmth later engulfed me as he began to move away from me. I watched carefully as to where he was going, his legs moving him passed the living room and towards the kitchen.

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Hurry up and get over here," He snarled, rolling his crimson eyes. His arms folded over the other in impatience as I wobbled over to him, still half asleep.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, leaning on the kitchen island.

"I don't care for your sorrow. Stand up straight and get that painting leaning on the wall," Blurry hissed, referring to the canvas that laid perched in the dining room.

I shook my head immediately, "No, that's Rose's painting of me. We left it there to figure out a spot for it later, I won't touch it," I denied him, which only created a flame to rise within his body.

He approached me intimidatingly, "Rip it up. Now, Tyler."

I pushed him away as he'd gotten too close, "Stop it, I'm not going to listen to you!" My voice raised as I left the dining room to sit back in the kitchen.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," He shook his head, the bloodied red hat he always wore being pulled down to cover his eyes as he grinned so widely to himself.

"What are you doing?"

He chuckled under his breath, "You'll see." And he'd disappeared completely out of sight. My stomach churned, feeling as though it had been flipped inside out. Fear struck me and my hands began to shake in anxiousness.

"Tyler? What're you doing up, love?" Rose's soft voice came as a whisper as she approached me in the kitchen.

Her small fingers rubbed her tired eyes, and I spoke up, "Oh it's nothing, go back to sleep."

I watched her as she nodded, but she wasn't looking in my direction, she was looking in his direction. My heart plummeted to my abdomen, my lungs filling with a fluid that I wanted to choke me.

He looked just like me. No glowing eyes, no painted neck or hands. He was in my pyjamas, he was speaking like me and acting like me.

"Rose!" I screamed, warning her to stay away from him as he'd lured her towards him. Nothing was coming out, though. My fingers brought themselves up to my mouth, realizing there was a single thread holding my lips together. He'd sewn my mouth shut entirely.

I cried out as he wrapped his arms around her, his presence changing back to his distinct own as he pulled out something completely prominent. His eyes were red once again, and his hands were black as night, and in those hands held a glimmering tool; a knife.

My feet felt as though they were glued shut beneath me. An inhumanly force was holding me back from being able to reach Rosemary's defenceless self. She had no idea what was to come.

"Please!" I cried out, my sobs making my mouth bleed from the consistent tugging of the thread, but I couldn't have given a shit about that, "Don't hurt her!"

And in one swift movement, the knife was lodged into her heart, a shocked gasp leaving her full lips as she looked to the now-unrecognizable perpetrator. Blurry let the knife remain in one of her most important organs, disappearing towards me.