Psycho

Chapter Thirty-Five: Find the Body Parts

{Psycho is/was #1 in mystery/thriller omg!! and it's nearly at 1 million reads, thank you all so so much I'm so shocked and happy at how far this story has gone, I might not show it but I am very grateful for you all, sorry I don't reply to messages or comments a lot, I usually mostly sass back to negative comments or questions.}

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT.

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don't get too close, it's dark inside, it's where my demons hide

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Scarlet.

Usually when people wake up, it's from either; someone waking them up personally, an alarm clock, a noise from a worker outside, a dog bark, or just naturally. No one is awoken by an ear-piercing scream and loud cries for help. Well this morning, I was.

When I first heard the scream, I thought maybe it was just a part of my dream I had, like you imagine a lot of stuff when you're half asleep. So I had shrugged it off and tried to fall back asleep again. But I heard it a second time, along with a sob and footsteps padding about in the hallway on the ground floor.

So I was now at the top of the stairs, "Jessie?" I yelled, knowing the screams were from her, unless Zayn has a girly-ass scream. I doubt it though. "Jessie?!" I repeated as I never got a response the first time.

I sighed quietly and walked down the steps and into the living room where the screams had came from. When I walked inside, Jessie was sitting on the couch up straight, on the edge of her seat. Tears soaked her face, blood covered hands, bags under her blood shot eyes. She was pale as a ghost.

"Jessie." I said for the third time already, rushing over beside her. The way she looked at stared motionlessly at the opposite wall from her started to worry me. "Jessie what's wrong? Are you okay?"

More tears started to form in her eyes and her bottom lip started to quiver. "Z.." she whispered, her voice breaking. I furrowed my eyebrows confusedly at her, Z? Zayn?

"What?"

"Z-Zayn.. dead, k-kitchen." she blankly stuttered, still keeping her eyes on the wall opposite her.

I gasped and ran out the room and into the kitchen. There was no sign of Zayn, but there was that familiar stench from Luke's fridge filled with human body parts. Oh no. I spotted the fridge beside the back door and slowly walked over to it, expecting Zayn's head to be on the shelf eye-level with me. I cringed as I opened the fridge door and opened it. Only to see normal food. No human parts. Strange. I turned around, seeing four large cooking pots sitting on the cooker, the large blue gas flames heating up what ever was in the pots. Ever since I noticed the pots, the smell grew stronger and more sickening.

My courage grew as I walked over to the pots, where the unbearable, blood and rotten egg smell filled my nostrils, I pinched my nose shut with my fingers to block the smell as I lifted up the lid from the nearest pot. I felt bile rise in my throat when I seen a floating hand in the blood-red water. {A/N i'm actually gagging as i write this btw omg ew} I immediately known it to obviously be Zayn's hand. I almost didn't want to know what was in the other pots. Only my body reacted different than my brain. I reached over to check in the other pot, only to slam the lid back down and step back. Inside that pot were his fucking insides, intestines, lungs, liver, broken bit of ribs, you name it. I sprinted over to the sink to empty my stomach, screaming aloud when Zayn's emotionless severed head sat in the basin. The sick finally spewed up out of my mouth, all over the kitchen floor. I collapsed to the ground on all fours, clenching my eyes shut as I emptied out my stomach.