Thanatophobia (fear of dying)

Truth or Truth?

The next morning I delayed leaving my room for as long as possible.

In fact, by the time I felt brave enough to open the door it was nearly five o’clock- at night.

I creeped into the hallway carefully, trying to make sure the door closed as soundlessly as possible. Much to my dismay, I was still stuck in the same baggy clothes that I had to wear the day before. But, the fact that the hinges on the door were well oiled and therefore silent, made up for it- almost.

Each of my steps was carefully placed as I snuck down the hall. I was lucky that being silent was one of my talents. It certainly came in handy in times like this. Though, I guess I had to admit that the soft carpet did help a bit.

Halfway through the hallway, I was starting to feel proud of myself, and was gaining a bit of confidence back. Maybe he wasn’t home after all…

“Hey, kitten, come here I need to talk to you for a minute.”

“Crap,” I muttered under my breath, turning around as slowly as humanely possible with my muscles tense. “Yes?” I rolled my eyes.

He motioned with his right hand for me to come forwards and I gulped. Uh oh…

“I wanted to let you know that I have a friend coming over tomorrow.”

I kept my eyes downcast and fiddled with the edges of the baggy t-shirt. What was he going to do, send me to the dungeon or something to stay out of sight?

I heard him sigh, “You know you don’t have to be scared of me.” He put his hand on my chin, but I shook my head to the side and he released his grip.

“I’m not scared of you,” I met his gray eyes.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow and stepped closer.

I gulped, taking a step back.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered. He closed his eyes and rubbed his hand across his face in a frustrated motion.

“Anyways,” He started again, as if nothing had happened, “She’s coming over to help solve your little wardrobe problem. She’s an upcoming fashion designer, so I’m sure that she can help you find at least something suitable. She’s coming around ten, so make sure you’re awake and up by then. Also, please no funny business. I can promise you now that she won’t believe you or even care if you tell her that I’m a murderer or whatever.”

“Okay.” I mumbled back, my brow furrowed in confusion. Why would he go through all that trouble for something so silly? I mean, couldn’t he just pick up a couple of shirts or something from Walmart?

Then, I heard a great growl erupt from my stomach and blushed. Oh yeah, that’s why I had decided to brave the outside in the first place…

Elliot chuckled, “By the way, please refrain from starving yourself. I went through enough trouble already, and there is no way that I will allow you to die under my roof. Got that kitten?”

“Kitten.” I grumbled, scrunching up my face in disgust.

“You’ll get used to it soon enough.” He walked past me, down the hallway, messing up my hair as he passed.

I glared after him and shot him the finger behind his back. Didn’t he understand who he was? How could he be so…not serious? It didn’t make sense.

Only some sort of psychopath could be so lighthearted after killing someone.

My eyes widened and I froze. Oh my god. I’m living with some sort of psychopath.