Loving A Killer (Cristina's P.O.V)

Chapter Two

"That was fun..." I say, sighing. I collapse on my bed. "I should do something before I go and kill myself..." I say, sitting up on my bed. Man, my rooms a mess. I should clean it! But cleaning is boring. At least it's something productive to do.

"Let's do this..." I say, looking at the messed up room.

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I pull the box I set aside out from under my bed. At least it looks nicer... I let out an exhausted sigh and put the small shoe box on my lap.

It's time to open it! I smile and pull the old lid off and see the contents. I see multiple pictures, but one catches my eye. It's of a young boy with messy dark brown hair. His golden brown eyes wide along with a loving smile that decorates his face. He had on a white night gown and was holding a brightly lit lantern smiling towards the camera... Except the picture was in black and white. I gulp as I just stare at the picture, remembering that dreadful day. "Why did it have to happen to him, of all people?" I whisper as a single tear falls onto the picture of my brother who is long gone.

"Sister!" My younger brother, Henry, whisper yelled in my ear. "Yes?" I say, clearly irritated since it was late outside. Only the sound of the new grandfather clock could be heard ticking. Tick tick. Tick tick. "Valentine has dared me to go down the dark hallway." He says excitedly. "What?" I hissed, as I thought of ways to get my older sister back for trying to make my brother do a thing like that.

The dark hallway was pitch black, even in daytime. Our father told us to stay away from the hallway because we were 'too young'. I don't understand since he does not allow even my sixteen year old sister down there. But I think I know why, though. When I was brought to live in this house, the evil spirits had followed me. They told me to go down the hallway so that I could come live with them forever. My brother and sister do not know that part of me is from hell itself. Only father does.

I sigh, seeing he wants to go badly. "Fine, but I'm coming with you." I say, grabbing a lantern and lighting it. My feet were instantly cold as they hit the hard wood floor.

We walked down towards they hallway. He said he needed proof, so he brought a camera. He stopped at the beginning of it. He took in a deep breath and slid his small feet across the ground. As if time stopped, I heard voices. Multiple voices were whispering in my ear. 'Come with us. Kill the boy and come with us. Kill him or we will.' This kept echoing through my head. I kept muttering "Stop it."

I took his picture with the heavy camera and told him we should go. He agreed and as we walked back, all I can remember is his scream.

I quickly turn around and see my little brother dead on the ground. His eyes no longer in his sockets and a hole where his heart should be. Blood poured out of his body as all hope for his survival faded away. I screamed one single sentence before fleeing the manor.

"I love you, brother." I said as tears made there way down my young looking face.

A/N: The End. I can't turn the italics off for some reason.