Creeper -Grethan- (NOT on hold)

Four

Ethan's POV

As I embraced the fragile boy in my arms, I felt something. It was like having him close to me gave me something that I had been missing for a long time.

I hated it.

I didn't know what was going on and it wasn't normal, for me at least. I wanted to leave, I couldn't be here anymore. This was scaring me. 

But I just couldn't leave him right now. He looked... broken and this may be the only way I could get him to love me. I have to act like I care.

Fake tears rushed down my eyes as held him tighter, slowly laying us back on his bed. I whispered sweet nothings into his ear and he calmed down eventually. All I could do was stare up at the ceiling, not daring to look down at the small boy. I felt some type of connection to him and I was worried.

My eyes widened as soft snores escaped from his red lips. I needed to leave. I slowly unhooked my arm from under his waist and was about to get up and out until he stopped me. 

"Please stay." He whispered, his hand grasping at my bicep. I sighed quietly, sliding back down on the bed slowly. I held in a breath as he started to cuddle against me. I really wasn't used to this, it going so quickly. 

His warm breath hit my neck as one of his arms draped over my figure. In other times I would say this was a good thing, making the situation a whole lot easier and faster. But this was different, I felt surprisingly comfortable but I didn't like being this comfortable. I sighed and let this awful feeling pass, closing my eyes in the process. 

It was always easy, killing boys I mean. It had all started because of one boy. One boy, both of us being so young. I was different back then, but I never like thinking about the little angel that I once was. I was like the devil to be honest, starting of as one of the many other perfect little angels and turning into some horrid creature that people feared soon after.

It was a distant memory, something that haunted me everyday. It wasn't my fault, I know it wasn't. I had left my first love, not knowing the consequences in doing so. I was too young, too stupid. 

He was perfect, only remembering few memories with him he was just... different. It's hard to explain, but, I never saw him since. 

When I arrived here, I came out to my family and everyone around me. They were accepting and happy for me and I felt more than grateful. I just realized one thing, though; I would never get to be happy ever again. The boy I left, he was different and he really was perfect. 

If I stayed, things would have been so much different and the boy that started it all would have probably still been alive at this moment. 

He had only been 14, me being 16. I had never really been in a relationship before and I wanted to try it out. But I'm not saying I necessarily feel guilty or whatever, because I don't, but my mind always wonders on the thought of him longer then I'm comfortable with.

I never really loved the boy, sure, I had feelings for him, strong ones but not what someone would call love.

I sighed replaying the very night that changed my life forever, in my head.

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647 words... I hate myself.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm posting again tomorrow.

Tomorrow's chapter will be very important so be sure to read it... if you want.

I don't have anything to say so, BYE!!!

Love you guys, to the moon and back.

-Sophie ♥