In Her Mind

Blood left behind .9.

PART 2:

I thought back to the sweet moment , almost relished in it . But it was done and so was I . I couldn't take it anymore and my hard cold exterior returned.

The wall with all my victim's photo's was almost finished . Just a few more to go , a few more souls to doom and a whole lot of blood to spill . And finally , maybe I'd get my answer . I wanted my answers .

Today , lucky number 18 would finally leave this lifetime . I couldn't wait ! Although I didn't know the name of this person , I knew his face .

I wondered what the story would be this time , what role did he play in my sorrow ? I squinted at the picture , staring hard , trying to make out who this was , what he meant .

My mind was blank , there wasn't a trace of answers . This only made me angrier , it wasn't fair !

I turned my anger towards the job . Soon enough I'd get my answer . Making sure I have my gear and details I make my way to the bunker's exit . Connor's door caught my attention . I stared at it .

My thoughts jumped back to that kiss . Could we ever be normal again? Would I ever be normal again ? Was there even a chance for us ? Hope filled my heart and for a few seconds I believed that maybe we could . But then logic returned and my hope was shattered . I was a killer , a cold blooded murderer , probably a psychopath too . There was no way that a sane person , that Connor would ever love me and my sins .

Tears burned my eyes and I angry swept them away and hurried out of the door , locking it behind me .

Today I was venturing to the uptown world . Staying in the shadows , with my hoodie covering my face and scars , I hurriedly navigated my way to an apartment block . Across from this was Fleur Therapist Offices .

The name echoed in my mind and the memory began to turn clearer . Fleur ? Fleur ... yes ! This was the place I came to for therapy after my ... rape incident .

I was heavily scarred from that and I needed help . Unfortunately my psychiatrist wasn't the help I needed .

The pieced of the puzzle began fitting together . The face in the picture ... Fleur Therapist Offices , that was it ! My therapist was Doctor Fleur himself , the guy in my picture .

I couldn't wait to find out the reason behind this kill . I couldn't wait to take my revenge .

The offices were closed already so my next best guess is that he was in the apartments across the road . I quickly ran to the gate and climbed over it , into the apartment block . Next I climbed the stairs up , searching through the windows for a clue that might mean it belongs to Dr. Fleur .

You'd be surprised to how a therapist's house differs from normal people . Finally I found it and even though the door was closed the window was slightly open . My small slender body squeezed through the tiny space and then I was inside .

I suspected that he'd be asleep and quietly I stalked to his room . Pushing the door open slightly to make sure I don't wake him up , I peeked inside . The bed's covers were all ruffled so I assumed he would be under them .

I readied my knife and gag to stop him from screaming . Just as I was about to take away his ability to cry for help a, a voice behind me stopped me .

"Who are you !? And what are you doing here ! Get out before I call the cops !"

That voice... it couldn't be ... there was no way ! I turned around and gazed from under my hoodie at the girl .

It was my sister . What was she doing here in Fleur's home ? Memories started flashing painfully at me and I grabbed my head .

Memories about Fleur and my sister , Deja . He ... he was abusive ! Now I remember . Oneday I walked in on him and my sister . She was crying and he was about to bring his arm down to hit her . It didn't make sense because he was a therapist for crying out loud ! On that day I grabbed his arm , I stared into his fiery eyes with fire on my own .
I remember telling him that he will never hurt my sister again , this made him angrier . I didn't see the punch coming , that's how I got the first scar on my face .

Oh ... the scar ... The memories continued to bombard me with painful spikes and I began to cry . 

What was my sister doing back with this man ? Was that the reason I have yo kill him ?

"Deja ... what are ... you doing back ... here with him?" My voice came out in sobs . She looked at me in fright .

"How do you know my name ? This is your last warning ! Get out !" She spoke .

"No , Deja , you can't trust him again , get away from him !" I continued .

I lost my patience and quickly with one of my handy chloroform rags , I knocked her out cold .  I won't hurt my sister .

I sat her now limp body down on the small couch and then waited for Dr. Fleur's return . Not long after he came home in a drunken state . He was angry , shouting and swearing when Deja wouldn't answer him .

That's when I made my move . While his back was turned towards me I leaped and we both crashed to the floor . I was on top pinning him down .

"Deja ! Get the hell of me ! I swear if you don't move now you stupid piece of sh-" he cursed but I interrupted him .

"Now now , that's no way to greet a guest . Especially this guest . Tell me Fleur , do you remember me ? Remember what you did to me ?"Remember ? Of course not . But let me tell you . I'm Rose Black . Deja's sister , the one who dared stood up to you and got a scar in return ."

"Get out of my house you crazy bitch !" He shouted and spat at me .

"Remember that you told my parent that I was crazy , just an attention seeking child ? Yeah ... I remember it too . Well , tonight we'll make your death more theatrical ." And with that I dug my knife in a shallow cut down his shirt through his skin .

I gagged him and dragged his body to his room . I made the bed and the tied his arms and legs to the posts .

"It's my turn to make you hurt Fleur . It's my turn to give you a scar or a few." I smiled menacingly and removed my hoodie so he could see my scarred face .

He tried to scream but his efforts were useless . I took my knife and ran it down his arms , making deep and shallow cuts all over . Blood poured out and stained the white bed sheets . I pushed my finger into the wounds , causing more damage and making it more painful . I loved the blood . I loved the thrill of my killing . I loved the revenge I got . I ... I loved murdering . I was really insane.

"Fleur oh Fleur . I guess you were right for calling me crazy . But I'm also called a serial killer . It's a pity you couldn't figure out what's happening in my mind . " I spoke with serene calmness with an edge to it .

I chuckled which made me start to laugh , " But don't feel bad , I don't  know either ."

I made his final scarring cuts across his face before slitting his throat and wrists . He cried out for the last time then colour started to abandon his corpse . I felt the pulse fade from his wrist and then with a sound like a croak , he died .

I laughed . I laughed really hard . I drew his number in blood on the wall , I made my mark and laughed even more. I laughed so much that I didn't see my sister come up from behind me and hit me in the head . I groaned from the pain and was about to swing my knife at her until I remembered she was my family , I couldn't kill her . I was caught and confused , and in panic I fled the apartment .

I ran and ran till I was a safe distance from the scene , I ran all the memories through my head and started to silently weep . How could I almost kill my sister ? What monster would do that ?

I walked on further till I was in the bunker , I got out of my gear so I could wash the blood . That's when I realised I left my knife behind .

I left my stupid knife behind , I left my sister there being a witness to the murder . Unfortunately I left another thing behind besides blood , I left my soul behind too , and the next victim would have to be Deja ...

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