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

Chapter 15

When he came back he sat in a chair a little ways from where I was sitting. He had a sketch pad in his slander fingers. He watched me with a face of interest in his thin pointy face. I was the one to break the silence
"I think I asked this already b-but why me?" He made an antagonizing smirk. He then started to draw on his sketch pad. His hand slid gracefully across the paper. He didn't make any mistakes and didn't erase anything. When he finished he looked at his art work approvingly then showed it to me. It was a frightening picture. It was beautiful, but very frightening. I laid on the ground covered in blood. there was a knife plunged deep in my chest. Beside my was the man. He was painting with my own blood. "SO! WHY CANT YOU USE SOMEONE ELSE?!" he smirked. 

"Don't be selfish enough to think that I "chose" you for any reason. You have warm blood flowing through  your body and that's enough for me wanting you dead. Don't worry I wont kill you just yet, I kill people who deserve it and you haven't done anything yet so calm down. Also Your friends dead and you know it so stop telling yourself she's alive, you're just imagining her. She's dead and there's nothing you can do about it." I wanted to argue back but I knew that's what he wanted. He wanted me to lash out so he could have a "reason" to kill me. "Oh, so its okay if I say it but if your mom says it you argue?" He had a smirk on his thin face. A smirk that I didn't completely hate.  

He left the room when I didn't say anything. When he came back about an hour later he had a drawing rucked under his arm and was carrying a tray with tea. He set one next to me then placed the other on the bed side table. Next he hung up his new drawing. It only took me a second to realize that the picture wasn't his. It was the crow eating the eye out of someones face which I had drawn previously.

"Where'd you get that?" 

"Drink the tea, its not poisoned."He answered as he sat in a chair next to the bed I sat in. He then took a sip of his tea.

"Answer me."He finally looked at me. 

"You're not in the place to be telling me what to do because last time I checked you were my prisoner, not the other way around." I mad an unpleasant face and he sipped the tea. "I'll feel bad if you don't drink the tea, do you not trust me? its good tea." 

"Oh, yeah I'm totally going to trust a cereal killer." He rolled his eyes.

"I took a little visit to your home when I got this." He pointed at my drawing. My heart sank to my stomach, did he kill my mom too? "It's too bad she wasn't home, she seemed like a nice lady." 

"Oh."

"DRINK YOUR TEA! " I sighed then took a small sip of the tea. "See, its not that bad, and I didn't poison you." He walked back out of the room. Almost immediately he was back. " I almost forgot-" He threw me a sketch pad. "- there's supplies under the bed." He then shut the door and didn't come back in the rest of the day.