In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Two- Validation

My mind became flooded with thoughts of Vannah even as a beautiful woman laid beside me in a gray silk negligee. But no matter the presentation of Trina, I couldn't bring my mind to think of anything but Vannah. Although she was only present with a dead body on the scene, my memories of her laughing and smiling filled the space in my mind that should have been present with reason. As much as I had wanted to carry on with my life after her institutualization, I had also promised her I would be there the day she got out. Having lied to her about this, I couldn't help that guilt, while also feeling as though she had somehow begun to watch me. Every creak of the floor or branch hitting upon the window would cause me to nearly jump out of my skin. Not for what she would do to me, but what she may do if she saw Trina. Everyone has horror stories about their exes...but mine having been a serial killer isn't exactly a common tale. Nevertheless, I did everything I could to act as though the thoughts weren't constantly on my mind while making my way to work the next day.

An executive space in a prestigious office wasn't ever upon my ambition list as it felt so out of reach, but with Trina's father's connections, I climbed up the corporate later rather quickly. I now had my name on a door and even my own assistant for a motorcycle company. Perhaps it was because I knew it best, but I never thought a job such as this would require a suit, but here I was putting one on after emerging from the shower. Although Trina loved it, I knew Vannah would laugh. The thought of her smile and the remembrance of her laugh was enough to place a smirk on my face-one hat Trina understandably mistook as being presented for her. As I had done everyday, I made my way to the subway two blocks from my apartment and waited near the rails before finding the mode of transportation having come to view.

I never paid much attention to those in this large metal tube as they differed from day to day. On occasion, you would get deja vu with someone, but it was usually a rather boring ride. At least it used to be until today.

I stood near the opposite side of the subway than where I had entered as my commute had been the farthest. I usually spent this time sitting in the back while working on schematics or ideas for work, but today, I had felt exceptionally paranoid. So much so that I thought I saw Vannah in every woman who stood her height and every girl that held a faint vanilla scent. But I simply tried to forget of this as I may have been losing my own mind in obsessing over her. But as I just began to drag my thoughts from her, a news alert read over my phone in search for what they penned "The Country Club Killer". The vision of the man lying with his final breaths in my direction had weighed heavy on my mind. Sure, it hadn't been my first body...but that did not make it any easier in seeing it. The article connected to the alert explained how they had no suspect but were pleading for anyone with information to come forth. Knowing I had done all I could, I only felt guilt for hesitating to disclose whom I had seen. But I wasn't certain if I had seen her because she was there or because I wanted her to be.

Either way, it led to me having made my way out towards work, taking the same path I had for the last year, mindlessly wandering towards my place of employment before stopping dead in my tracks. Standing against the edge of my building had been the woman I thought of every day for months, the one I had wished to see again and wanted to stay away from. The same woman that contradicted my heart with my sense of reason, but before I could even move to speak, she ran down the way I had come from.

Although I had never chased after her, I was surprised to find her capable of moving so quickly. She dodged everyone perfectly, not alerting anyone of me having begun to chase her. We managed to make it down the steps of the subway before I lost sight of her. I had only left this area moments ago and yet, it filled with an entire new sea of strangers, all capable of hiding her from my gaze. I knew I had a short window before the doors of the subway would close and I would be left with that constant "what if" in reference to being faster. As the people began to disperse in weaving in and out of the busy subway system, my eyes caught upon her silky black hair and face that hid beneath a NY baseball cap. Although her locks had now been cut to her shoulders and present with a kink, I could tell it had been her. To validate this, the sound of her name had left my lips before I had a chance to stop it, making her look to me as my first sign of validation of it being her. However, instead of being mischevious with a smirk, she seemed alarmed that I had noticed her and quickly made it into the set of subway doors before I caught her hand. Although she successfully evaded me, I found there to have been something remaining in my grasp as the subway blew past me. As I brought it to view, I found it to have been her psychiatric patient bracelet with her name printed clear on the paper portion of the bracelet. I paused in disbelief, knowing without a doubt, that Vannah was here, and she had found me...