CRAZE

4

I was too afraid to see what was behind the door. But if I didn't know, how was I supposed to think of an escape plan? I wasn't, that's how. I stayed in the room for the rest of the day, night, I didn't know. I just sat there, terrified out of my mind, on a more than comfortable grey armchair that I'd shoved into the corner. After a while, Craze came in through the hallway door. I lifted my head up at his arrival and regretted it instantly. He came over to me and dropped to his knees, taking my left hand in his larger ones.

"They didn't hurt you did they, Baby Doll?" He asked, lightly rubbing my arm. Was he talking about the voices? How would he know? I was too distracted with my own thoughts that I forgot to answer. Craze must have noticed because he stood up and leaned himself over me, his hands braced on the back of the chair. "Talk to me," he said, his breath hot on my nose.

I gulped and asked the question that had been bothering me since I'd woken up here. "Why did you take me?" I asked, looking at the floor. "Because I'm crazy for you," he answered almost immediately. He made me look at him again. "Why?" I asked. He looked into my eyes, as if contemplating what to say next. "If you're feeling brave, you can come sleep with me," he said finally. "Or you can stay here." That mad smile returned. "Kiss me goodnight?"

I blinked. "Where?" It was probably a dumb question, but I asked it anyway. "You pick," he said. I guessed the cheek was the most harmless. So I took another deep breath and leaned in to peck his grey cheek. As I pulled back, he stood up to go through the other door. I quickly changed into a pair of pyjamas in case he came back. I wanted to give him the message that I wanted to be alone. Just as I was crawling under the comforter and wondering if the light would just turn off itself, Craze walked through the door with an alarm clock and set it on the nightstand beside me.

I froze in place. He didn't have a shirt on and he had a lot of tattoos. It looked like they were mostly horror scenes and stuff like that. "What's that for?" I asked. I didn't want to think it, but he looked good. "So you can tell the time," he stated plainly, but with a mischievous smile that sent a chill down my spine. He then bent over and kissed me on the forehead. With that he left again and I couldn't help but watch the muscles in his back shift as he moved. He glanced over his shoulder at me. "You sure you'd rather be alone?" He giggled. "They're even more jealous of you now."

When I didn't say anything, he proceeded to the door and said, "Goodnight, Doll," before closing the door. The people who's voices were in my head were jealous of me? Why? Who were they?

She'll pay.

He's just pretending.

How could we be jealous of her?

I still say we kill her!

The voices started again. Oh no. I clutched my head again. As they got louder, I laid back against the pillows, my headache coming back quickly, whatever happened before definitely wasn't coming again soon. I whimpered, shaking my head. Why did this keep happening? Next instead of yelling, there was screaming. Of pain, of sorrow, of agony. Then it stopped completely. I laid there, gasping for air until I slowly drifted off to sleep.

~~~C~~~

I startled awake to something warm, soft and slightly damp pressed against my cheekbone. "Good morning, Baby Doll," whispered a deep voice into my skin. Then I realized who it was. I sat up and quickly put my glasses on, backing up away from Craze. "What's wrong, Doll Face?" He asked, shifting closer to me and and draping a strong grey arm over my thighs. I didn't do anything because I still didn't know what angry meant.

"I know you don't trust me." He leaned in close to my ear, nibbling lightly on my earlobe. I gulped. "But you will, I promise." He then started to pepper kisses along my jawline. I shut my eyes tight. What was he going to do to me? To my surprise, he stopped just before my lips. Then he started laughing. I never opened my eyes back up. Craze pressed his face into my neck, breathing in deeply. "Mm, Baby Doll," he moaned. "Touch me." He continued laughing.