He is a Psycho

chapter 11- Elliot's emotional tie

.Blaire.

I cried and cried and cried. I couldn't even count the amount of tears that spilled through my closed eyelids. He came to check on me every so often but he left all too quickly. It must have been because he must have been feeling guilty from what had happened earlier. I would too honestly who the hell does he think he is? I just cannot believe this happened I have maybe said all but thirty words to the man and now he is obsessed with me, I am stuck in his plastic cage for who knows how long, I definitely do not want to die here, that is for sure. All along the plastic were my hand prints from me constantly beating on the walls hoping one would be faulty and crash to the ground so I could escape.

My screams echoed through the air from what seemed like years, I know it had only been a couple of days but it felt like years in the cage. I sat on the ground dirty, tired, scared, and entrapped. My spirit was slowly dying away from me, I realized while being in the cage I take everyday things for granted. The sun and the natural light it brings even though it stings your eyes a little, I miss the feeling of the natural warmth. Instead, I am shivering in the cage, and not from being cold. The sky and the natural shade the clouds give you, I miss walking through the grass and seeing how the sky would change as a cloud passed over the sun. It would create a shade unlike any other, it would keep the sun's beaming rays at bay. Instead, I am trapped inside a clear cage with artificial lights beaming on my once healthy skin. My eyes are burned with the image of the white light surrounding me and my cage.

"Elliot," I say loudly as he walks through the door to check on me. He turns his head and his face looks at me with an amused expression. "I need to take a shower."

"Watch the attitude last time I checked I am in charge here." He growled out.

I bit my tongue so hard I think it started to bleed. "Yes, sorry." I spat out.

"Yeah, I guess you can take a shower." He walked over to the cage and opened the door. I am not even going to try to run, it is not worth it. I am too weak at this point. His hand held onto my upper arm as we walked to the bathroom, he stood outside and I took a long shower every so often during my shower he would yell "Blaire?"

I would yell "still here" and continue on.

.Elliot.

Do it.

I can't, I can't, I just can't.

You want her to know who she is dealing with, do it.

Fine.

I slammed my hand on the wooden door, the door creaked and then I began to scream loudly. "You better be out in five minutes!"

"Ok." She whimpered through the door barely audible, but I could hear. I sighed and sat down in front of the door, I propped up my head using my hands and I began to think of everyone I had ever killed, it was too many to count now. The list was too long, I had all their names written down in a book but I had never counted or thought of how many I just simply added another name and put the book away.

I can barely remember all the different situations, people, and ways I killed. But I can remember one very well, it was a young girl by the name of Krissa. She was innocent, she would've had a future if it had not been for me. She was only fifteen, her dark hair was wavy and I never meant to kill her. But I still had to write the name in my dreaded book. I remember all the emotions swirling around after I killed her, normally I would plan to kill someone but she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had already killed Austin Blanche and like ten others at that point, but I was just practicing my hitting when I hit the baseball too hard, it went over the fence hit her on the head too hard and she died. Just like that. I was frantic, I called an ambulance anonymously, and I watched from a tree as the girl was carried away. I had never felt so terrible in my life. I barely felt any emotion any other time when I killed but it was different, I later went to the hospital and saw her body and hunched over her were her crying mother and father. I followed up with the family, by following up I mean stalked and then after her funeral was over I went and sat by her grave, I still visit it and put flowers at her headstone. She was so young, and I was careless. It was an accident that killing was an accident.

.Blaire.

Done. Thank goodness he didn't break down the door. I had put on my clothes and unlocked the door. He quickly stood up and shockingly didn't grab my hand, instead, he just nodded for me to follow him, which I did. My plan was still on, I will gain his trust. He led me to a kitchen and he sat me down. I watched as he began cooking a meal. He was calm. "Ask me a question Blaire, I already know so much about you."

"Ok. Why? Why did you kill Avery?" I asked. Elliot was filling a glass cup with water when I asked the question and after I was finished he squeezed the glass so hard it shattered.

"Don't ask me questions like that." He gritted out.

"Questions like what?" I tried.

"You know Blaire, don't be stupid."

"No Elliot, I don't know. I am not stupid because last time I checked it wasn't normal to kill people, and kidnap young girls. Last time I checked it wasn't normal for you to lock me up in a cage and keep me here. So excuse me I don't know." I don't know why I said that, but yeah I was stupid because let's just say what came next was not pleasant.