A Killers Diary

But outside

(A/N: Sorry if the chapter names fuck you up XD
         [P.S:  Also the multimedia is the lullaby])

Chapter 9

My eyes drift open Slightly. My arms numb and my wrists sore. I lift my head slightly and see my arms chained up to the wall. I glance down to see I'm on my knees and my ankles are also chained up. Adrenaline bursts into my veins and I stand up fiercely, the chains pulling me closer to the wall and my weak legs making me fall back down with a stirring head. Looking everywhere trying to remember what happened last night, my eyes glance to a silver try with a white and blood spotted cloth draped over it. As my mind starts to clear up, parts and pieces of last night's events eased in my mind. The feeling of panic, pain, and confidentiality all came rushing right back to me. Causing me to look around for the man immediately. But he was no where in sight.

I leaned against the wall, my chains relaxed and followed my slight movements beautifully. Going over myself to check for any wound, which turned into a fruitless search. Excluding my wrists, right shoulder, and my ankles.

I Shrunk down at the sudden sound of steps coming to the door, what I have claimed as the attic's. I look up at the door as it opens to what I assume was the man but he was wearing a dark grey mask that seemed to be wore down from frequent use, a black hoodie that had patches wore so they were only a light grey, black pants, and dark grey gloves that looked like they were washed recently. In his gloved hands he held a open can of corn with a fancy silver spoon I washed not too long ago. I could see random black strands of hair poking out between his mask and hood. His slim form stepped lightly closer to me, making him look taller by about a foot at the most.

"Thanks for washing the dishes, are you hungry?" He asked as he sat down on a chair that exhaled from the use of it. His voice told me loud and clear it was the same man who took me up here. Just as I was about to tell him I was fine my mind was interrupted by my tummy growling to the equivalent of a bear that was starved for months, and a dryness that had my throat begging for water.

'I'm fi-... yes, yes please.' My voice dry and rugged. He looked down at his can of corn, just lost in thought.

"I don't suppose you want my food do ya? I'll be right back." And with that he got up and walked over to the door, only to pause and glance back me. "By the way darling, you have been asleep for one week and a half. Do you have any requests?" I wasn't sure what to think. I was chained up for a whole week and a half? I didn't know how to respond so I just sat without another word. After about 2 minutes he walked off to get me food, or so I hoped.

I took this time alone to stand up and see how far my restraints would let me go, I could only go about half a foot with the chains just straight and only about three fourths with the cuffs digging into my skin turning it a light pink and red. Just getting up and going that little bit of distance made my legs weak and nimble, and my head spin from dehydration.

"How does mixed fruit and 3 slices of ham sound? I also got one of your bottled waters." His voice lingered in the air as he stepped through the door with the contexts in his arms, my mouth watering as soon as I saw food. Eyes widened with excitement as he approaches, all too slow. As soon as the fresh, probably poisoned, food entered my radius I snatched it up and started plowing the food down my throat not caring how it looked or sounded. After about 4 bites of fruit he graciously reached over and pulled the chain that held my hand with the spoon in it away from me. "Slow down, you'll get yourself sick. You haven't eaten in a while and you need to take it slow." I looked over at him and I could just feel my face turning into pure disgust and anger.

"Don't eat so fast? Don't eat so fast?! What?? You chase me around this huge house, then you put me to sleep and chain me up here in a torture room! I think I'm going to eat as fast as I want...", my anger slows down and I finally look in the dark eye holes of his mask that has cloth over it so I couldn't see his eyes, " Why did you even bring me here?" I ask as I take another bite of my fruit trying to not engulf it. He just sat there in silence just watching me eat for a while.

"How old are you sweetie?" This question made me pause eating for a little while. "Your pretty young right?" I just looked up at him with shining blue eyes thinking about my last birthday, thinking about my family. I missed them soo much. Their happy smiles that seem to glow with the sweet memory of my ma's cake, my dad's loving words and comforting hugs. I could feel a not in my throat as I thought about answering the man.

"I'm 10." My voice barely squeaks out almost inaudible. I remember my rat and how she is also all alone and up in the bedroom that I had been occupying for the last two days I was awake. Just thinking about it made me need to hug her. Sudden sadness took over me and I just looked down at the cold bottle of water trying my best to push these feelings deep into my mind.

"I remember being your age. It was really hard for me, plus I could use your help."I just looked over at him with a questioning look. "I mean with cleaning and stuff. As you can see, I don't do that." Still having problems hiding the urge to cry I just thought about how bad it would be to live the rest of my life cleaning this house with this man who could technically do anything he wants. "Hay... uumm... do you want anything from your old camp sight or your room?"  That's when it was just too much to bear, I dropped my food and curled up crying hard and loud. I shook my head in a hard yes. But I don't think he saw it as he left the room. The tears slowed down as I sang a song that my ma always sang to me when I was crying or trying to go to sleep.

"Little bird, little bird
Fly through my window.

Little bird, little bird,
Fly through my window.

Little bird, little bird,
Fly through my window.

Find molasses candy.

Fly through my window, my sugar lump.

Fly through my window, my sugar lump.

Find molasses candy.

Chickadee, chickadee,
Fly through my window.

Chickadee, chickadee,
Fly through my window.

Chickadee, chickadee,
Fly through my window.

Find molasses candy.

Fly through my window, my sugar lump.

Fly through my window my sugar lump.

Find molasses candy..." My voice trailed on with about 3 other different birds and less crying as I calmed down. Once I was done with crying I just layed down and sniffled, after a little while I looked up to see the black hoodie again. I jolt up and just figured he wasn't up here long and I just didn't hear him come down. "How old are you, and where are your parents?" He stood still for a while just looking at me with his black eye holes.

"I'm 17, and my parents didn't want me so they are gone now." I looked up at him not knowing what he ment. "It's ok, you'll understand tomorrow, I'll be back up and we will play a little game. I just can't wait to have a friend with me." And with that he turned around and slowly walked away with one more comment, "Make sure you eat, I have cleaned some tools for our fun."