Tucked away

Killers charm

It's been two days since I first  got here. I haven't talked to Kristen since Kevin started hanging around me. Kevin visits my room during the nights around 7:00 PM and leaves around midnight. 

It is currently 10:34 PM and Kevin is laying in my bed again. It's pretty quiet tonight so I decide that it's a good time to break the silence with a few itchy questions. 

"Kevin? What was killing like?" I ask quietly just in case he's sleeping. He takes a while to respond. 

"Well, I don't really know how to answer that." He says his voice huskier then usual. I decide I'd ask a different question. "Okay then. How about this. What happened during your killing?" 

He turns his head, raises an eyebrow, stares at me and speaks. "Why are you so interested?" Now that I think about it, asking him questions like these will probably get me killed. 

"Never mind." I say with a smile. He doesn't stop staring at me though. 

"During my killing. Let's see, during my killing I was 15 turning 16. I honestly couldn't tell you what I was thinking at the time I just knew I was angry. I started with my dad and little sister. Then I went to my school and killed several others." 

My heart drops. That's what he meant the other day. That's what he meant by dead meme.

"With a bow and arrow." He adds with a lick to his lips.

That's why he was asking me if I like Robin Hood and why he was telling me about archery. 

"Well not your regular school shooter..." I say adjusting my shirt so that more air gets to my body. I'm sweating a lot due to the tense atmosphere. 

"I already told you I won't kill you so there's nothing to be afraid of." Kevin says while gently swiping his hand across my sweaty, damp skin. 

"I k-know its just... I... It's pretty hot in here and so... I'm sweating." I say stuttering through the whole sentence. I can't help it. If i'm nervous I get a little jittery and end up stuttering. Plus who wouldn't stutter in a situation like this. I guess I can only blame my self in the end cause I was the one asking. 

"Tell me about your self a little more." Kevin says, his eyes closed and his hands securely behind his head.

"There's really nothing to know. I'm just some stupid depressed kid who cuts their wrists and contemplates suicide." I say with an empty chuckle towards the end.

Kevin opens his eyes and looks at me curiously. "You cut your wrists? Your depressed? and you contemplate suicide?... that means your here on suicide watch. Am I correct?"

"Well no cause I never told my councilor that... I lied and told him other things. As for the scars I said I didn't do it. I said it was the monsters at night. Just to sound crazy." I smirk and look towards Kevin who looks now puzzled.

"Why? Why would you want to sound crazy? Did you want to end up in here?" He asks his eyes truly full of wonder.

"I just felt like a mental hospital was the place for me." I give a dopey smile and shrug my shoulders. 

It seems as  though Kevin is taking everything is because hes staring at the wall like its a sweet piece of chocolate cake. I wonder what he thinks of me now? Now that he knows my dark sides.

"Can I see your wrists?" He sits up in the bed and turns his body so that he is directly facing me. He crosses his legs and puts his hands out as if i'm about to give him a present or something. 

"Well it's kind of... personal and embarassing." I say my cheeks getting hot.

"I won't judge you. I just want to see." He cocks his eye brow and squints his eyes.

Since I have no idea what that expression means I decide to sit up and show him my wrists. I pull my sleeves down and put my arms in his hands. He examinse my arms up and down. 

"Is there anymore cuts?" Kevin asks still staring at my arms.

He says that as if he already knows that there are. 

"Yes there is but their in places I don't feel comfertable showing." I say my head down so I can't see his expression. 

"Just show me. We all have our dirty little secrets." His voice is a bit stronger now and more demanding.

I decide, you only live once so I might as well show him instead of annoying him. Otherwise I'll live a rather short life. 

I unbutton my shirt and slide off my pants. The rest of my scars are on my stomach, thighs and right hip just underneath my underwear line. 

I lay back on the bed and Kevin moves smoothly across my body. Touching the scars. I pull my panties down a little so he can see the scars on my right hip. 

He touches my skin with his soft hand and shivers run through my body. 

Kevin begins to move his face closer to my hip, until his lips are pressed against my skin. I gasp and I have a right to. I wasn't expecting him to do anything sexual at all. 

Kevin looks at me with a smirk. "Did you like that?" Cocked eyebrow. 

I've got to admit he has been touching me in all the right ways but... He is a killer! A Psycho! I can't possibly enjoy him touching me. 

"Boys don't really... touch me often so I was a little shocked." I say avoiding eye contact. 

I feel Kevin's warm soft hand trail up my neck and to my chin. He grabs my chin tightly and forces my gaze to his. "Should I be the first? The first boy to please you?" He asks his eyebrow seemingly getting higher by the minute. 

"We just met... I mean don't you think we are moving a little, quick. Plus you are a bit more older then me. So you'd get into big trouble for sure." I say my voice shaky. 

"I'm not that much older than you. I'm 19 Jasmine." Kevin tilts his head and squints his eyes as he emphasis's his age. 

"Okay. Got it. Your 19 i'll make sure to remember that." I awkwardly smile.

Should I just tell him i'm a virgin? I am a virgin though. I've never had sex in my life. "The truth is... I'm a virgin." I awkwardly gin at him. 

He goes back to squinted eyes and and crunched eyebrows, his signature confused look. 

"I was kidding, anyways I've gotta get going now." He says as he shakes his head and stands up out of bed. 

I feel my cheeks getting hot, I'm really embarrassed. He is so smooth, he made me look like a fool just now! 

"Maybe tomorrow night we can." 

I look up at him. He's standing on the chair staring down at me. He smirks, shrugs his shoulders and then climbs up in to the ceiling. 

I scoff in disbelief that Kevin truly has no shame.