In Her Mind

Blood left Behind .8.

I was afraid again . For the first time since I started murdering , I was afraid . Why ? Why was I turning soft again ?

I hated that my questions weren't answered , I wanted my answers ! The only way to get them was by killing again . That was exactly what I was going to do .

I'd been stuck in the bunker for at least three days since Connor went berserk . I really didn't know , I didn't track time .

During these three days Connor would scream my ears off , I couldn't give him food because as soon as I tried to open the door and stick my hand in to give him the bowl , he'd start attacking me .

Somehow I'd have to get him to eat and make sure he stays hydrated . I figured a little chloroform would do the trick . I just had to turn it into a gas ball which I can throw in his room and knock him out with .

Luckily in the last remaining months of high school , I picked up a few things . Those memories were a bit older so I could remember them . I can't remember if I was any good at physics though .

I mixed all the chemicals and after a while got the perfect little experiment . After that I washed my hands and started preparing Connor a meal . I also mixed a few pills into his juice which would help him fight infections and stay healthy .

I sighed and picked up all the food  and chloroform bombs  , then I marched to his room . I knocked but he didn't make a sound . That scared me because he was never quiet . Steadily I opened the door and threw the bomb inside . The gas started leaking and I furiously shut the door before I could inhale it .

I heard him let out a groan and heard the soft sounds of his body slumping to the floor . That was my queue so I hurried inside .

He lay peacefully asleep . If not for the small movements of his chest rising up and down I'd think he was dead . I walked over to him and put my arms under his . I lifted his limp weight , thankful for all the exercises of murdering people that helped me build up some much needed muscle , and put him on his bed . I strapped down his arms and legs as well as his head to prevent him from objecting to me .

After that I put his food and juice on the table beside his bed . Looking around I saw that the room was a mess . I wrinkled my nose and set out to the task of cleaning the filthy place .

After a whole lot of cleaning I could hear Connor's soft moans as he came to . His eyes flew open and immediately he started to struggle against my rope ties keeping him on the bed . His eyes locked on to me and filled with hatred and fire .

I flinched at him .

Without saying anything I walked to him and put a little bit of food on the spoon . I put the spoon to his mouth but he refused to eat . I sighed and try to give him a little bit of juice . He still refused and I huffed .

"Look , I know you hate me , but please could you at least eat ? If I wanted to kill you I would've already ." I looked at him in annoyance . He looked away from me .

"So this is how you wanna play the game ?" I countered but he only stared at me defiantly .

"Fine , I'll get you a feeding tube and stick a needle in your arm to give you more fluids." His silence was killing me .

He thought my threat was a joke , but it wasn't . I went outside the room angrily , then I searched through a medicine cabinet and found what I needed . Fuming I went back to his room and his eyes widened at the sight of the tubes .

"Should I get a catheter for you too ?" I pried . He shook his head then mumbled a sorry .

"Will you cooperate with me now?" And he nodded his head up and down .

He let me spoon feed him and give him his drink . The pills in it started working and soon he dozed off . I stared at his face . He had purple bags under his eyes , his cheeks were sunken in making his cheekbones appear sharp . His lips were chapped and almost a blue-ish purple , his hair was oily and matted .

Guilt overwhelmed me , I made him this sick . I looked over his exposed chest , arms and looks . Some of the newer scars were straight and clean , my older marks which I gave him was rugged and pink . I made him suffer like this .

Tears started to spring from my eyes , and I gulped in huge amounts of air as my chest tightened . Maybe I was regaining my humanity . That had to explain it .

For hours like that I just stared at his sleeping form while peppering my mind with questions .

I didn't even realise I fell asleep . I dreamt about Connor . How we used to be . How his lips melted perfectly onto mine . How our hands fit together like pieces of a puzzle . How we were so in tune with each other .

My dream then turned to a nightmare . I was kissing Connor and then he pulled back , he looked at me in love and concern but it soon changed to fear . He stepped even further away from me and I stood confused . He started screaming and pointing . I looked down and my stomach churned .

Across my stomach were long deep gashes , spilling black blood all over me . I turned to the right and a mirror appeared . I saw my reflection . My eyes were gauged out , my smiled was cut further into my cheeks and blood poured out of my eye sockets , mouth and nose .

Turning back to Connor I saw him running to me with a bloody knife . He aimed for my heart and leaped up into the air .

I shielded myself and waited for the final blow . Instead it never came . I looked up and saw his corpse above me . His flesh was cut up and hanged in threads . His mouth was open and blood came out in a flood spilling onto me , suffocating me . I screamed !

I woke from the nightmare then , shuddered and felt thankful that it was over . Trembling I stood up and walked to Connor again .

I leaned down close to his face . My hand cupped the side of his cheek and and I leaned down even more .

Acting out on impulse I kissed his lips . Not fast , not rough , but sweet and slow , filled with love .

I left him like that and went to my room to get my gear . My trusty knife who took so many lives , my faithful hoodie which was stained from all my victim's blood and my once white sneakers who carried me through each kill .

Tonight , another life was about to end ...

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(Part 2 coming out soon.)

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