I was laying down on the mattress and looking up at the ceiling, my mind was filled with thoughts like, if my parents were coming for me or if they didn't care. To be honest I hope they forget about me."Ughh, so bored." I whined, rolling around the mattress onto the cold hard cement. I continued to stare up at the ceiling. Suddenly the man from before came downstairs with nothing on the other hand and a plate on the other, "Oh hey! Have any plans for today?" I spoke as if we knew each other before.
"Nothing much" he wrote, "Mmm" I hummed as I began to stuff my mouth with food. It's been a few days being in this basement and I'm starting to get used to it. He's been treating me nicely. I feel safer here than living with my parents. I don't know why I feel safer towards a killer. I mean he's a killer he shouldn't be all safe, right?
"Eat up, I'm going to show you something." He wrote.
"Okay"
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I've never been upstairs before. This will be my first time in a while seeing sunshine since there isn't any natural light in the basement. When I took the first step out of the door my eyes widen. I didn't expect such luxurious furniture from a killer to be honest.
"Wow, you're house is nice!"
"Come upstairs" he wrote.
"Oh okay."
I followed him upstairs to a bathroom?
"Take a shower you smell," As I read the small note, the feeling of embarrassment rush through me.
"Wow, rude..." A pout formed on my lips. I step inside the bathroom and look around. It was pretty nice. I looked around for a towel because he forgot to give me one. He's kind of stupid. *Tell me. What I'm suppose to cover my body with.*
I look in cabinets and luckily I found one. I began to step in the shower and turn on the water. The warm feeling against my skin relaxes me in every way. I smile as a hint of hope pops up in my head, hoping this relationship with a killer goes well and that he doesn't do anything bad to me.
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After having a nice warm shower I forgot that I didn't have any clothes! My backpack was in the basement, "Are. You. Fvcking. Kidding. Me," realizing that I didn't have any clothes I mentally slapped myself on the face, and wrapped the towel around my fragile body. I then unlocked the door, and began to call out to the guy.
"Yo dude!!" But no response, "I need help!!" no response. I sighed and tiptoed out of the bathroom to look for his dude. I quietly tried to look for him everywhere, I even looked downstairs! *Where can this guy be?*
I then quietly went back upstairs, giving up on the search, "He's probably ou–" As I said the sound of a door opened from behind causing me to freeze. When I turned around, there he was eyeing me through his mask. I quickly turned around and asked what I wanted to ask, "Do you have any clothes for me to wear..?" A hint of red painted my cheeks as this was unexpected.
He turned around heading inside, I assume his bedroom. I decided to head back to the bathroom to wait. Just seconds later he came back with a large sized shirt. I mean he's a guy right, so he wouldn't have ladies clothes. *I'm so stupid sometimes.* I thought mentally slapping myself.
"Thanks." I bowed before changed into the shirt. It was so long! Almost reached my feet. After doing my things I headed downstairs back to the basement. I was about to open the basement door, something stopped me from doing so. A loud bang got my attention. I turned around and there he was again but with a note in his hand, "Don't go back there. I have a spare room for you if you want to stay in for the night?"
"Sure, but you PROMISE not to anything to me or come into the room without my permission." I said as I gave him a death glare. He nodded and gestured me to follow him. He led me upstairs into a room which had many dark colors, especially black . I've already saw half his house, the walls are very grey and the furniture were black.
"Thanks, it looks nice." I bowed with courtesy. He left me. I walked around, and something that caught my eye. I walked closer and saw a picture frame with four people people in the photo. It looked cute but something else caught my eye. I saw a little boy with a bunny mask, the same one the man had. The mask was huge for that little boy. A chuckle escaped my lips.
Was that him..?
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FanfictionGrowing up with abusive parents isn't what I thought life would lead me too. Bruises and past scars stayed as suicidal thoughts never leave my head, even if I wanted them to. I never had friends, I was always a depressed girl that had no one by thei...