Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

eight

"Stop!" I screamed on the top of my lungs, blocking both of my ears with my hands as I feel my chest hurt in immense terror. I squeezed my eyes shut like it made a difference, my mother's face flashing inside my head.

Her brown hair was tied into a perfect bun, her bright brown eyes staring at me through the mirror in front of her as she applied lipstick on; what she looked like the last time I saw her. When she was telling me about their trip back to Europe for their business trip and how she promised they were going to be back in five days. I had repeatedly begged her to let me come because I didn't want to be alone by myself in our home, but instead she insisted it wasn't going to happen. And because I was an immature twelve year old back then, dealing with the rollercoasters of puberty, I was aggravated.

Too aggravated, that they were going to have a good time while I was stuck with my Uncle and Aunt and their two perfect daughters. it got to the point where I had told them to fuck off and never return. Before they left for their trip, Connor called out to me and Hannah leaned over to give me a kiss on the check, and I didn't even let her touch me for I was raging inside. Even today I could still see what her face looked like when I flinched from her attempt to hold me. Utter grief and shock.

I should've never told them that. Remembering those words at random times makes me want to cut a hole into my chest so I could pull out my heart. I know I should've never said that but it wasn't like I could turn back time. I try not to remember, but sometimes even the prison of emotions I built in my head gets tired of holding in and I just explode and I'd find myself in my bathtub, submerged in bloody water with my skin littered in absolute regret. Nevertheless even the regret that would constantly rush through my bloodstream wouldn't be enough to bring my parents back to life.

I guess Ericka was right about those rumors. It was my fault why both of my parents died. I've never appreciated enough and I deserved the punishment I'd give myself. Hannah was the only person who knew about my fears and she never once judged me. There had even been times when she'd tell me there were monsters underneath her bed too and it wouldn't feel lonely anymore at night because I know she'd always be there to protect me. The night she died along with Connor, the horrors had come back to me again, but that time there was no one to come into my room and pull me into a hug and kiss me on the forehead. I was just stuck there trembling in fear, staring into the darkness.

She was my life. My childhood revolved around her easing the pain I'd feel falling over my clumsiness. Everything used to remind me of her. Her eyes, her hair, her smile, her favorite boots that she gave to me. Just like that she disappeared. And I didn't even do anything to save them. I was the bad kid people didn't want to have.

And I was doing that again right now. Being a coward and regretting that I let them leave forever. Even if I bleed right now they weren't going to come back.

"you killed them, Adrianne."

"p-please." I implored in between sobs, my chest knotting as I try to speak to whatever it was. "Le-leave me a-alone. Leave m-me alone." The tears that streamed down my face had already reached my neck, pouring endlessly like the rain outside and the lightning that lit the windows momentarily, letting me have a look of what was ahead of me.

That was when I saw it. Where the rotting stench I've been smelling since I entered the building came from. My nose were incapacitated from the smell of burnt flesh, the chill dropping below ten degrees.

A figure of what seemed to be a girl wearing light blue blood stained hospital gown, standing right in front of me. Her hair scattered all over her face, but it didn't block me from not seeing the monstrosities of her visage. She had no eyes, her lips the same color of her skin, bluish purple curved into a hideous provocative smirk that I only see in Ericka's face whenever she's about to ruin my life. My sobs had seemed to sink back into my stomach, replaced by absolute fear that I could feel my arms and legs tremble. I stood frozen as the darkness returned, only for it to get cut off again by the flashes of lightning. Alarms went off everywhere in my head, my heart stopping from beating as I feel myself lose it.