I heard the front door open. It was daybreak wasn’t it? Yes. It was. I heard Madison’s bathroom door open and footsteps. Who was it? I felt completely numb. I felt like, everything was swollen, and would ache if I moved. I probably looked a little red from all the cold. My parents, Madison. They were dead. I had killed them. Now, the curse, or whatever it’s called, is starting to break. Or starting to go into progress.
I heard my parent’s door creak open a bit. I saw a figure outside their bathroom door. It opened, and, there he was. The eyes were the first things I saw. I gave a little smile. I blinked. I hadn’t slept last night. Would I sleep today? Who knew? He came over, looked at the knife and saw the blood floating in the water. Michael bent down, reached a hand in and put it under my leg and the other under my back.
“Hold onto me.” He whispered.
My shaking surprisingly pale and not red, arm curled around his neck and my other arm held onto his shoulder. He lifted me up out of the cold. I didn’t feel a difference in temperature. But I could hear the water dropping from my body. It made an annoying sound. I reached for my phone and put it on my stomach. Michael carried me as if I weren’t even there. Down the stairs, past the dead bodies, now covered in dry blood. I looked away and buried my face in Michael’s chest. He let out a sympathetic sigh and then we were outside.
Someone opened the backseat of the van we had rented. It was Edwin. He looked deprived of rest. He looked haggard. He leaned back to the seat he was in. Michael got into the van and bent over, and carried me to the back where there was a long couch like seat. In a panic he looked for something under the seat. Blood maybe? But, no. He threw a blanket over me. A warm gray one. He started to rub my arms. He was, so special. He was kind to me. Even though, I was a freak. I was a monster. More and more, I felt like I messed up. There was no escaping me. I was like bad luck. But still, Michael was here. He had warmed up to me I guess. And I to him.
At first, he must have hated me, but, he didn’t seem to keep that up for long. I grabbed his hand. His purple eyes, with dark features around it, set on milk white skin, looked at me. He rested his chin on the edge of the seat, and watched me, till I fell asleep.
I was huddled, into the building, and up the elevator, into my hotel room. I had taken a hot shower, dressed into a black silky, figure hugging nightgown. The lights were on in my room, the curtains blocked out so much light. I saw Michael sitting on the floor leaning against my bed. He had a bouncy ball and was playing with it, throwing it up and down. He was wearing a dressy white shirt, un-tucked, and only a few of the buttons were done in the middle. This exposed his collar bone. The dark room accented his black eyelashes that looked like they could lift a butterfly. He looked up at me. He placed the ball down and lifted something beside him which I couldn’t see. He got up and onto his black dressy shoes. He smelled sweet. He had taken a shower too.
“Here.” He handed me a blood bag. I held it with both hands then looked at his neck. I walked over to my bed, sat down, and drank. He started to drink too. But he leaned against the wall next to the bathroom entrance and just stared at me. I let my eyes wonder up to his. He didn’t look away, but he started to blush. I did too. He didn’t finish his, but he was finished drinking. He put his hands in his pockets and bent forward. I spilled a bit of blood on my dress and squirted some onto my cheek. I soon finished and put mine on the bed.
He walked forward and sat on the bed. I slid down to the floor, and so did he. We both smiled a little. He swallowed, took his thumb, and rubbed off the blood on my cheek. He then delicately licked it off. “Why did you kill them?” He asked with such curiosity.
