I'm not alone after all (Bloody painter {Helen Otis} x OC)

Chapter 13

I ended up falling asleep and when I woke it was 5:30. I crawled of my bed and looked around. A saw the not laying, ripped up in the trashcan. I walked over to my desk with the words "You'll meet me eventually, and when you do I'll be the last person you meet." in my head. Why cant we meet now? I was determined to meet him now. To tell him about Kari, because I felt like he would be the only one to fully understand, he was the one who understood how I felt about my father. That had to be the reason why he killed my dad, I was sure about that. 

I grabbed a new piece of paper and scribbled a letter to him. 

" Dear, mysterious smile.

Thank you for replying to my letter. I do have to say your reply irritated me. especially this part: "You'll meet me eventually, and when you do I'll be the last person you meet." I don't want to meet you eventually, I want to meet you now! I don't care about your stupid excuse. I'm lonely and you seem to understanding. 

~Kari

After writing the letter I shoved it in an envelope drew a smiley face then left it on my desk. Next I laid back in my bed, working on another drawing. I forgot completely about eating dinner that night and found myself in a deep sleep. 

When I woke the next morning I had a slight head ache. Rubbing my eyes I sat up and pulled my covers off me. I set aside my sketch pad, which rested on my lap. I crawled out of my bed, to my restroom to get a shower. 

When I was finished with my refreshing shower I came back to my room where something caught my eye. Instead of the letter I left on my desk, there was a new one in a yellow envelope. I walked over to my desk and picked up the letter. The letter had my name on it. I ripped open the envelope and read the letter.  

"Dear, Kari.

I gave you a warning. You didn't listen to my warning so I guess we can meet. Go the the park down the street to your house friday, tomorrow at 5:00. I won't be very happy, nor understanding if you're late. 

~:)

I threw the letter aside and thought to myself. He's actually planning on meeting me. 

The rest of the day past slowly, it was probably because I was waiting for tomorrow. 

When I woke the next morning, 6:00 am. I immediately started to get ready. I guessed I woke up so early because I was eager to meet the man who killed my father, and revenged Kari's fake death.  As weird as it might have sounded they was my hero. They were the one to get rid of anyone who I hated, and anyone who made me mad. Well almost everyone. I was still mad at my mom because of our quarrel. 

By 6:30 am I was ready and waiting for 5:00 to come. I sat down impatiently and waited. As soon as 4:30 came I rushed out of the house. I was finally going to meet the one person who understood how I felt. I wanted all those people to die and this mysterious person did too.

Before I knew it I had walked to the park. It was a big park with a jungle gym at the entrance behind the gym was a trail to walk with some trees and benches. In the gym sat a light blue swing set, along with a few slides and a spiderweb to climb on. Cold snow fell from the sky onto the ground. The park seemed to be empty other than a guy who swung on the sing. he had a dark and big coat. On the top there was a button with the face that was on all my letters. I knew this had to be the person I came to meet. He had a slim and pointed face and messy black hair that stuck out from his hat hood. I slowly approached the man. When he looked up and saw me walking towards him he stopped swinging and watched me with a fascinated face. I stopped a few feet away from him and watched him. He walked up to me, taking off his hood as he did so. As he once her was inches from me, he placed a hand on my face. he was about a foot taller than I. I looked up at him curious. It was odd having a complete stranger touch your face, or any one touch your face at all but I didn't mind. He was the first to speak. It didn't seem like he was talking to me though, more like he was talking to himself.

"Oh, interesting."  I furrowed my brows.

"What?" 

"Oh, nothing, lovely." He smirked and removed his hand from my face. Before I could do anything he hit me hard on the back of my head, and everything turned black.