In Her Mind

Bloody Hand prints .19.

I walked back home through the woods . The blood on my shoes slowly began to dry up but a few leaves still stuck to the sticky, red liquid. The irony smell still stuck with me and began to turn putrid.

By the time I got to the bunker I was nearly gagging from the rotten smell. Looking around quickly to see if anyone was near , I bent down and unlatched the hatch to my home . Bloody hand prints were left on the metal bar , but I shrugged it off and continued down the stairs.

The bunker was extremely quiet which made me suspicious , but still I continued to the sink to get paper towels . Looking around I felt an eerie feeling . I kept my guard up and walked up to the entrance to wipe the blood off the bar. A shadow passed the corner of my eye and I no longer felt alone on this side of the bunker . I reached out and wiped the blood off . The shadow skittered and I could hear it scrape across the floor . Closing the latch slowly , I turn around ready to attack the shadow and lunge at it . It was only a rat .

'' Woah , I almost hurt you little guy , shouldn't scare me like that . Here , outside you go.'' I picked the rat up with a cloth and carried him outside . I placed him on the soft green grass and watch as he jumped and ran away .

Rats aren't that bad , sure the little guy was a little dirty , but he was free . I am a little dirty too , but I am far from free . The only way to get my freedom was to regain my memory , and to regain my memory I had to kill. 

I looked at the rat for another while , longing for the freedom he possesses . My mood turned foul and I got angry at how unfair it was that a small creature could rather have freedom than me .

I looked up to the sky , angry at how I got into this situation . I had never done anything to deserve being raped , mutilated . I had never done anything so wrong that my fate turned on me .

I shut the bunker door in fury before stomping down stairs . I was almost at my room when a figure appeared . I couldn't see their face nor their body . My finger tips turned to ice and my flight or fight instincts kicked it . Obviously the latter one.

"Connor ? Is that you ?" I spoke to the figure .

It didn't reply back but took a step forward .

"Eho the fuck are you ? I'm not in the mood for games !" I seethed at the figure .

It took two steps forward this time. I wouldn't waste my time on waiting . I marched up to the figure and shoved it backwards. I watched as they slowly lost their balance and fell . In the process a mask fell off their face .

"WHO ARE YOU !" I screamed at them .

The figure started to get up but I shoved it back down , slamming their jead to the floor. I pulled out my bloody knife and held it to their throat , threatening their life .

Finally , it spoke . " Damn Rose , ease off will you ? It's only a joke , you used to love jokes !" It was a soft , high pitched , female voice .

My mind raced at the familiarity of the voice but I couldn't place it . Where did she fit in ?

The girl sat up and now I could see her shiny black hair with blue highlights . She wore dramatic makeup that didn't really fit with her angelic face . I looked into the short girl's dark blue eyes . Where or whag part did she play in my life ?

"C'mon Rose , I knew you weren't really dead ! I figured it out ! You staged it ! I knew I had to do some digging before I was sure you were dead !" The girl was so friendly , and she did so much effort into finding out about my death , so is she on my wall of killings ? Or is she a friend ?

Nosy thing I thought .

"Who exactly are you ?" I questioned her .

She looked a bit hurt by it but replied to me .

"Silly ! I'm Mara ! You know , one of your bffs ! I'm so alone now . After ... you supposedly died ... and after ..." she trailed off .

I knew what she was talking about , she was referring to our other friend m kill number  14 . Talia Reynolds .

"What are you doing here ?" I mouthed quietly to her .

"I didn't want to be alone anymore . By the way , have you lost some weight ? Your thighs aren't so flabby anymore" she giggled .

"And oh ! Look ! You don't have a double chin anymore . But you might want to work on your tummy Rose , you look fat ."

A memory tugged back at my brain . Anger sparked within me . I don't care if this girl , my so called friend was trying to "help" me. I didn't care if she was or wasn't on the wall . I was going to kill her .

"You , Mara , you shouldn't have come after me . You shouldn't have even pulled that stupid joke on me or spoken those hurtful words. But it's all in good favour . Revenge is what I specialize in ." I looked at her murderously .

The light bounced off my knife and into her face catching her attention . She looked at me like it was the first time she has seen me . She took in all the blood soaking my shoes and hoodie . The still wet blood on my knife and on my face . She took in the little bit of blood still on my hands .

She gazed into my cold ,dark ,green eyes .

"Rose ? You're the killer ? You killed all those people ?" She said in a hateful voice .

"Yes Mara ... and I think it's time that I kill you ..." I trailed off before lunging at her  .

My knife was poised for the first stab . I couldn't wait to see her warm blood on my hands ...