She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Meeting Her Derangement

Dinah

Once the morning came, it all seemed like a nightmare turned wet dream. My mind can never leave that night. Birds were singing outside my window that morning and I woke up refreshed.

Camila is, for the first time, sleeping away from me. I didn't think too much of it and went into the bathroom for a shower.

After my shower, I look at my appearance in the shower door. I looked...different. I can't describe how.

I towel dry my hair and threw on some PJs she got for me with a bunch small, brown teddy bears on a light blue background.

I thought they were so cute. I decide to make breakfast for us both which were her favorite: chocolate chip pancakes with milk.

When I got done, I heard a small yawn followed by the pattering of slippers. I turned around and saw Camila putting her hair into a ponytail.

She was wearing my Twenty One Pilots Blurryface t-shirt and her pink silk shorts. "G'morning, princess," I greeted her.

She kisses my cheek and widens her eyes, "Yay, pancakes!" I shake my head at her demeanor. I swear, this girl is a five year old in a 17 year old's body. She sits at the island, a glass of milk already in front of her.

"How you slept?" I ask, stacking the many pancakes on a plate. I place the plate in the middle of the table and she immediately takes five.

"Slow, down, baby girl. You'll get sick," I warn, only taking two pancakes. She nods cutely and takes a small bite of food, "I slept ok, but I was sad because you weren't in bed with me."

I look up to see her making a sad face. I reach over and put my hand over hers, "I live here. I'm not goin' nowhere." She smiles and takes another bite.

The rest of the day went on like that; it was just us eating junk, smoking pot, playing games, and "other activities" for hours.

We just finished playing a game of Candy Land in the living room when we hear thunder clap, scaring Mila a little then gives off an expression I can't pinpoint.

"Hey, wanna go outside?" She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, "Uh, actually, I have to, uh," she says before getting up and racing upstairs.

What the fuck? I watch her disappear upstairs before putting it off and begin to clean up our mess.

"Oh, Chee Chee?" She calls from the top of the stairs. I stand at the bottom, looking up at her.

She changed into a tight black, short sleeved shirt and a plaid school girl skirt. "Come here, I wanna talk," she says in that creepy singsong voice.

The feeling I had when I first realized she was insane came back harder than the first. My stomach drops and my hands start to sweat.

I slowly make my way up the steps while she stood there with her head cocked to the side and a creepy, wide grin on her face. I stop midway and raise a brow, "What is it?"

She motions me to come closer. I then notice her right hand is behind her back.

I look up at her, "Mila...?" I say cautiously. She steps down one step, making me go down one, too.

"Are you scared, Dinah?" I look into her eyes; pure insanity.

"You're unpredictable," I say, surprisingly steady. She pulls her hand from around her and holds the knife towards me, coming towards me slowly.

"Afraid of the unknown?" I nod, backing down a step. "Yes, for all I know, you'd probably kill me right now." She shakes her head with a small pout, getting closer, "I wouldn't kill you, my love."

She points the knife under my chin and looks up at me with a crazed, but sultry look in her eyes. "But you know too much about me. You know I killed my brother.....and more."

The cotton in my mouth moistens and I finally speak, "More?" She throws her head back and laughs, "Yes, more!" Fuck, she's completely bent.

"I killed more."

Oh, god.

I haven't noticed that she backed me down the stairs and I'm leaning against the wall. "Becky, Austin, that French kid, Kylie, mom, dad, just to name a few," she states like it's nothing.

My eyes widen, "You killed your parents?!" She takes the knife away from me and touches the tip of it.

"They wanted to send me back to the crazy house after I killed our dolls. I told them I offed them because they're nothing to me. They tried to call in, but I beat them to the punch and killed them."

I cannot believe it. "That French kid was just annoying. Plus, I saw how you saved him. He meant something to you, didn't he?" She says in this calm voice only described as deranged.

I shake my head in anger, "You killed an innocent kid!" She looks at her knife then back at me with an angry expression.

"Do you think I give a shit? No! That kid was a burden, so I ...cut him off," she says with a giggle. Usually it'll be cute, but hearing all of this had me think otherwise.

"You're crazy," I whisper. She laughs again, "Oh, Dinah, you are, too. After all, you helped me bury my brother."

I shake my head. "No, no, no, this cannot be happening!" I scream, pulling at my hair. "Well, it's happening, sweetheart!"

I look at her, rage filling my face. She mocks my face, holding the knife to her head, "Aw, puddin'," she coos. I don't know what came over me, but I tackled her to the floor, making her yelp and drop the knife.

I pin her arms above her head, "Ooh, another round? I knew you get turned on by that kinda shit," she says. "Shut the fuck up! You will not control me!"

She gives a slight smirk then her expression turned determined while struggling free. "Get off of me, Chee Chee," she says calmly.

"No, you're not gonna hurt no one else, Camila."

"Ha! Just watch me!"

She suddenly knees me in my groin and I yell out, "FUCK!!" I get off of her and she fixes her clothes and picks up the knife, "I should fucking kill you for that, but you're just so hot when you're angry."

A tear formed in my eye as I held onto my crotch. "Fucking...crazy," I say through gritted teeth.

She twirls the knife on her finger, "The best people are, honey." I regained my composure and stand straight, still cupping myself. "Besides, you love when I'm crazy."

I scoff, "Not when you're trying to kill me!" She wraps her arms around my neck, the knife gently scraping my back. My body tenses up a bit. "Oh, baby, you know I would never...if you treat me right."

I keep a stale face, looking her dead in her eyes. "Get help."

She laughs, "But DJ, you're all the help I need." I sigh, "Camila, I-," she shushes me. "No talking. Now follow me upstairs and let me remind you why I'm crazy."