Little Miss Heart Stealer

4

He was able to make me smile, because no one compliments me on my methods. To be honest, I am not surprised at all. 

"Back to your room now, bitch," he began, "it is almost time to go to sleep." He put on my collar and I followed him like the dog I am. He walked me down to the hallway down to the room with the bone girl. I really did not want to go back, I have never liked people screaming, I find that it is very annoying when you are trying to work. He opened the door, not even bothering to take off my chain collar, maybe this will be a part of my design. In case you are not a serial murderer, everyone has a signature method and look, and mine is obviously the eating of hearts. I chose a pretty normal look so I would not appear suspicious to others. The girl on the wall immediately talked to me, it almost sounded like an alien language because of her voice. I did not want to listen to her, so I tried to tune her out. Will I become like her? The bed I was on was white, as was everything else in this hell room. Thankfully, listening to my parent's screams and dog's whimpers made it very easy for me to tune out the useless. 

Somehow, I found sleep in this hell-hole I call a home now. I did not dream, which is weird because I always dream of my next victim. I love those kinds of dreams, because their hearts always taste the best in those dreams. Even when I woke up, the damn banshee was screaming with her raspy voice, and it sounded like someone strangling a fucking chicken. I have always hated noises like that, so it was very hard to stand it. 

I resorted to cupping my ears and holding my head, rocking back and forth in a weird rhythm. Mercifully, Tom was back to get me. I eagerly waited at his feet, begging him to take me away from her. He silently obliged, and led me down a different set of twisting tunnels. Bright lights almost piercing my eyes in some parts. For some reason, they would appear to get brighter, then they would dim again. Like everywhere else, everything was white. White as snow, painful sun shining on snow bright. 

"You are going to meet your new classmates and murderers," he told me. I cocked my head at him in an inquisitive manner. 

"They are others like you," Tom began,"some are not as bad as you, some are worse. Hopefully you choose who to associate with wisely." I smiled at the prospect of new friends. I wouldn't have to deal with that damned raspy voiced banshee! He opened the door to a huge cafeteria like room, chairs and tables were set up in an orderly manner. Some turned to see me, some did not. He threw me in, and rather harshly I might add. I found a table with no one else at. I really did not want to consort with others yet. New things scare me, and especially a room filled with people dressed in the same white suit as me. When the hell did I change clothes? That is definitely weird, but I could not dwell on that fact for a very long time as a girl with dark hair and deep set eyes sat across me. She almost looked like the banshee, but different somehow. She was looking at her hands in her laps, she was probably nervous.

"H-hi, I am Abigail," she said in the shy manner that sounded like a child's voice. She almost looked like a witch. (This is a nod to Motionless in White's song Abigail) I greeted her and told her my name, and my actual name. Annabell. Why did I trust this woman with my name? She looked up into my eyes, and fucking smiled at me. This has never happened before.