Addy the Killer

Chapter 8 - Smiley Killer

He woke with his covers now tucked around him. Adrian looked up at his barely visible ceiling, obscured by darkness and got a horrible idea. He moved his covers off of him and took his penny out of his pocket. He turned it over in his fingers and pressed it to his lips, eyes closed. Once he had taken the coin away from his mouth he licked his lips and the metallic taste of blood flooded his taste buds which made his mouth water. Adrian remembered his idea and headed out of his room towards the kitchen. He looked out of the kitchen windows and found that it was night. After the incident he had felt safer in the dark. In their usual spot, in the holder beside the microwave he found the carving knives. He thought back to his dream and grasped the largest knife. He remembered how helpless he felt when the bully pack pushed him around, when he had no saviour and when his father had hung himself. The day he did it was like every other. He just did it one day and Adrian was only about 10, so Marco would’ve only been a toddler. Adrian no longer felt helpless. He felt powerful just holding his weapon.

Adrian made his way to the bathroom. There was only a few beams of moonlight coming in through the window; just enough for him to be able to see his disfigured face in the mirror. He still was wearing his grey jumper and jeans but now he had the carving knife. Mirrors seemed to interest him now because of his hypnotic stare. The bathroom was almost white everywhere; all of the tiles, towels and the shower were, but that would soon change. Adrian titled his head to the left and sure enough his reflection did it, but to its right. His idea made its way back into Adrian’s mind.

"Do it, just do it." A whisper spoke to Adrian. He was startled and swiped the knife behind him expecting to see the owner of the voice, but there was no one. He turned back to the reflection and he heard it again. “Do it, just do it.” He fell backwards on the cold surface of the tiled floor. His heart beat against his rib cage, threatening to force its way out of him. Adrian was panting. He stood slowly raising his head until his reflection was in the mirror again. He could see her in the mirror. He turned again but there was no one there. Adrian closed his eyes and swivelled back to the mirror, afraid of what he might see, and for good reason. He opened his eyelash-less eyes and saw his angel’s face beside him. “Do it, just do it.” She repeated. He was compliant and went through with his idea. He raised the knife up to the corner of his mouth and looked at his angel again. Her wicked smile grew larger in approval, bearing teeth and her eyes widened. Adrian dragged the knife through the flesh of his cheek until there was a mere few centimetres space between his ear and the wound. He looked at his mutilated face in the mirror and the pain came all at once, bringing tears to eyes. Blood trickled down his chin dripping onto his hoodie, leaving dark red stains. Adrian brought his hands to his forehead and leaned his elbows on the sink in front of him. He watched as the blood ran down the sink and mixed with his tears. He picked his head back up and stared into the mirror with a calm face. Adrian ran his fingers over the wound and he licked the blood from them. He took the knife still dripping with blood to the other side of his mouth and started to carve the rest of the smile. The tears started again, but he had no control over them and he kept a calm face. The blood flow increased spilling onto his jumper, staining it more-so. The red colour sparkled on the tiles spreading out further down the grooves in between them. Adrian shrank to the ground against the wall. The coolness of the tiles soothed him slightly.

The angel spoke again. “Did that make you feel better?” Adrian made no effort to answer her. “No? Well that’s an easy fix. Running a blade through someone else is far more satisfying.” Adrian’s tears stopped as she said this. He was still clutching the knife. He tightened his grip. The angel said one last thing that night. “We can have so much fun.”

Adrian picked himself off the ground, dragging his knife through the red pool on the tiles, making a horrible scraping sound. He looked once again into the mirror. His angel was gone, but he suspected as much. He opened the bathroom door, making no effort to clean or hide the blood. The stench of blood followed Adrian where ever he went. Walking with light and quick footsteps, Adrian made his way to Marco’s bedroom, but didn’t enter. He spoke aloud, keeping his voice low. “Does it have to be him?” Silence. “Answer me…” More nothing. He felt tears form in his eyes. Adrian could almost feel her willing him to do it. He turned the brass doorknob, slowly, making sure it wouldn’t creak. Adrian noticed a small dent in the metal and remembered how it came to be. In short, a spinney desk chair doesn’t make a good mode of transportation and Marco proved that. Any way Adrian was now holding his knife with the blade away from his thumb. He cautiously made his way over to his bedside, weaving his way through the mess of toys and clothes scattered about the floor. Adrian pulled out his coin and held it tight within a fist. He saw a sleeping figure in the bed with the covers up tight to its chin, facing the boy who reeked of blood. He stared for a long time, wondering why he had to do this, but he thought his angel would be mad if he didn’t.