His various smiles (Dan Howell)

Chapter 2: The Missing Knife

Heya guys. So here's chapter 2. I'd just like to say thanks for the really nice comments and for the votes. Anyway here you go and I hope you enjoy.

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WARNING: CONTAINS SELF-HARMING

Chapter 2: The Missing Knife

Jazmin's P.O.V

     Hiding. Hiding is what he wants me to do. He says it makes more 'entertainment' for him, but it just makes him more angry and violent for when he finally finds me. I hear his footsteps and the high pitched squeaking of the bathroom door. I hold my breath, praying that he'll go away and leave me alone. I can see the outline of him through the shower curtain as I lay down in the bath. Suddenly the shower curtain is ripped off and Drew is standing above me with an evil smile, before saying in a twisted voice.

"Found you......"

     I jolt up from my dream, beads of sweet forming on my forehead. I lifted up my arm and whipped my forehead while breathing heavily. Early morning sunlight came shining through my black and purple curtains, shining some light into the room.

     A sudden movement next to me made me gasp and jump half to death. I turned abruptly to see Phil sleeping with his mouth slightly agape. A small smile spread across my face as I reached over and stocked his cheek with the back of my hand, causing him to turn over and face the other way.

     Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I walked silently towards the door, picking up the empty icecream tubs, mugs and spoons, careful not to wake Phil. It was so much like old times when Phil was with me last night. I remember when I was 6 and I'd had my first nightmare. Phil came into my room with some icecream and hot chocolate and a nice DVD, Barbie Fairy Princess I think it was. He stayed with me all night. I wish things could go back to that, to last night. But it can't.

     I closed the door quietly behind me and made my way down the corridor towards the kitchen. When I entered I stopped in my tracks straight away. What a mess!!!! I thought to myself. I located the bin at the far end of the kitchen and put in the two empty icecream tubs, only for it to overflow......even more. I took in a deep breath and sighed out in frustration. I through the spoons, mugs and all the dishes from the side and sink into the dishwasher. Looking in all the cupboards I found the dishwasher tablets and set the dishwasher going.

"I've not even been here a full day and already I'm cleaning up. Why am I even doing this??"

     I questioned myself out load as I tidied up the kitchen. I'd loaded, set going, unloaded and put away the dishes from the dishwasher. Cleaned the work surfaces, the floor and the cooker. And changed the bin. After I was done I looked down at myself. I was COVERED in dirt and grease.

"For fucks sake!"

     I whined to myself as I shuffled into the front room, remembering that that's where I had left all my boxes......with my clothes. I knelt down infront of my boxes, rummaging through them to find my wash bag. When I finally acquired that, I took out some clean underwear, my black skinny jeans, my wolf top, My grey snug scarf, and finally my black knee high leather boots. I picked up my clothes and wash bag and shuffled back into the hall and towards the bathroom. As I made my way there, a glistening in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned and pushed open the kitchen door to see what it was. On the other side of the kitchen stood a knife holder holding 7 knives, when it really had 10 slots. I walked towards the knives and pulled out the smallest knife and examined it with my fingers. And the next thing I knew I was walking back towards the bathroom, clothes and wash bag in my hands.