The Ambrose Asylum

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Twelve Recap:

If I knew what I knew now I would have kept my mouth shut, but me being me didn't.....

"Dean...." I started and he looked at me with a haunted look in his blue eyes.

"Who's Renee?" I asked as his his body tensed and waited for everything to come crashing down.

In a flash he had a knife pressed against my neck.

"Don't say that name" he whispered so coldly it sent a chill throughout my body.

Death was about to strike, but none of us knew that yet and by the time we'd figure it out it would be to late....

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***AJ's POV***

I didn't move, or blink, or breathe; terrified that the slightest movement would set Dean off.

"Where did you hear that name" he asked shaking, still holding the knife against my neck.

"You just said it" I whispered to him.

"Don't ever say that name again" he spat out.

"Why" I meekly asked.

"Just don't" he told me lowering the knife.

I released the breath I was holding and asked, "are you ok now".

"No" he told me leaving the room hastily.

Another piece to the puzzle.....

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(Several hours later)

***Dean's POV***

I laid on the floor in a puddle of blood not my own, staring at the ceiling.

I need to get a grip just because she comes up in a conversation doesn't mean I should lose iit every time.

But just like all the others I wanted to kill AJ, just because she said her name and I was so close to showing her why my favorite color is red.

This girl whatever her name is didn't deserve death, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, with the wrong person that was angry.

"You really are just a killer" she told me.

"Please go away" I asked closing my eyes in dismay.

"Why, can't acknowledge the truth" she asked.

"My life is one big shit fest" I said to no one at all.

"Poor little Ambrose bitching about his life, at least your still alive unlike me; but then again you killed me" she told me.

"For the millionth time I didn't kill you" I told her, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling once again.

"Well you didn't save me either...but I suppose you didn't kill that girl either" she asked, eyeing the dead body strapped to the table.

"What do you want" I asked getting the urge to kill again.

"Say my name" she told me.

"No" I told her, getting up off the floor and heading toward the door.

"Come on, you'll feel better" she told me, blocking the door.

"Move" I told her.

"I'm dead and in your head, you can easily walk through me" she said stating the obvious, even though knowing I won't do it.