Monster.

The Picture - 7.

He was right there behind me..... He was right behind me while I was looking at his pictures...

"What the FUCK are you doing?!" He was enraged. For a person who's always mad, this was different. I could see fire in his eyes. This was my mistake, why did I decide to be nosy and creep up on what i shouldn't be doing? I swear Brandon takes all the senses out of me until I feel nothing but fear. I was shaking, my whole body became stiff and I wasn't able to say a word. There was nothing I could say. I was in trouble.

"Don't you just hate it when nosy little shits creep up on your stuff and make a mess, not minding their own business? Of course you don't know! You ARE that nosy little shit. You need to fucking watch yourself bitch. You're so fucking ungrateful! You know that, Annabelle? You are one ungrateful little bitch. First, I let you live and take you here to this cabin! I gave you a fucking bed, some fucking food so your ass won't starve to death, and you still don't care! Don't you notice that without me, you are nothing? YOU ARE NOTHING. Nada. You hear me? I swear, why did I even choose to tolerate you in the first place? I swear to God, this isn't over. I'm not done with you. You think this is bad? Oh, you don't know me yet. You think this is a 'living hell'? Oh, you, just wait. Now you would've wished you ate that fucking dog food and appreciated me when you had the chance. This. Isn't. Over."

I just stared at him. At this point, the tears that began to fill my eyes were gone. Now I was angry. This isn't shit to be grateful for. Grateful for what? That I'm still breathing? Shit, he had nothing to do with that! I despise him so much. I would literally go across the Atlantic just so I can drown him in water just so he won't ever be found and no one will ever know. He gave me chills when he said my name, but not chills of fear, chills of hatred and disgust. No amount of hate has ever built inside of me all at once.

I took all the hate and nerve I had inside of me and spit on him. I didn't honestly realize what I had done until I actually did it but oh well.

I could practically see steam blow out of his ears after I spit on him. His neck started to twitch and for I second I thought I caused a malfunction in him or something. He couldn't control himself. I had just set him off. His pale face turned into a deep shade of red, but not just any shade of red, I could see the dark red blood flow in his cheeks. You'd think someone who was capable of doing so much more damage to others would be able to tolerate more, but he can't.

He has no tolerance for pain himself yet he's able to inflict it upon others? Now, why is that? That's because he's heartless. And blind. He's mental. But I'm stupid enough for not knowing better when I still had time...

He was still burning up when he turned around and stomped to the other side of the room. He grabbed a chair, broke it's legs off, and took one and just stared at me. I was still there sitting on the floor with all his pictures still in my lap. My eyes seemed to get as big as the room looking at what he was about to do. He swinged his arm back, and then flinged the leg from the chair and threw it at me. The stick piece of wood landed straight in my face. It hurt like hell and I fell back and my head hit the wooden floor. I fell out of consciousness....

"Maybe next time you'll think about your actions, you whore. But now it's too late, you'll soon be just another picture."