In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Four- Hanging On By A Thread

Walking into the hospital room finding the man who took me in as a son lying with tubes to and from his mouth and veins. Although he could have been a rather vicious man at times and even considered cold at times, but he was a strong and caring man-the man I wanted to be one day. And I remained at Trina's side, doing what I could to console her before she had asked for a minute alone. I gave it without a second thought while exiting from the room and seeing a familiar face in the waiting room. I froze for a moment as her eyes looked back at me, seemingly waiting for a reaction of some kind. She appeared like a ghost before me, yet changed in minor ways from the girl I thought of for months. I was torn in going after her or going from her as I wasn't sure if what I felt for her was happiness or anger.

However, my feet decided for me as they moved out through the side exit so the rest of me could get some air. Although a thin blanket of snow fell around me and my breath could be seen before me as I exhaled, I didn't care of how brisk it had been as I needed the space to no longer feel claustraphobia. However, as I heard the door open behind me, I knew that she had followed be outside. I wanted to turn and face her but I was afraid what my reaction would be, my body would betray me either way and so I kept my back turned.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her through clenched teeth as I braced myself to hear her voice. That voice that had been in ny mind for months appearing as an angelic humming that I used to look forward to each day just recently. I had felt her pause before she set her hand upon my arm.

"I had to know if it was true." She hesitated, her voice shaky and giving away the fact that she was nervous-almost fearful to speak to me in general. My body yearned for her, desiring to console her and tell her everything would be alright, but I also wanted to ask her why she was here, and if she was responsible for the deaths that only occurred upon seeing her again. I found myself bearing the internal conflict of desiring her or desiring a new life for myself. It seems the answer to what would come of this happened without much of a thought as I turned to her and pinned her against the nearby wall. I wasn't sure exactly why I had done this but I found myself intoxicated when feeling her breath on mine.

Perhaps it was to be certain she was real or maybe I wanted to frighten her as she had done to me. However, being this close to her had only managed to make me realize how I was still weak from her. I just had to evade that puppy dog gaze before I would be lost completely. But before I could manage to do so, I heard her saccharine tone speak my name, and I knew then that I was a goner.. she had me once again...and I felt like a spider in her web...and I didn't mind.