CRYBABY

XI- Looking For This?

The next day:

Jennie

I woke up with a huge headache. And with the need to pee desperately. I stumbled off to the door and licked my lips, imitating a heavy sigh.

"Hello?".

"Is anybody here?".

"Open this damn door-". I stopped midway when the door opened. And there she was, standing there with a pinkish tint on her nose. Her eyes were puffy and I never dared to question. "Why are you being loud?".

Holy shit her voice was raspy.

"I want to use the bathroom".

"You can't hold it?". She raised an eyebrow, almost mocking the way I stand and look at her. The fierce look on her gaze, made me want the ground to swallow me. Yet, I wanted to inch closer and question her eyes every time I had the chance to stare at them.

"If I can, I wouldn't be screaming until the neighbors hear me. And, they are probably deaf or— are there aren't any neighbors here Miss Assassin? you tell me".

She rolled her eyes and ignored my cocky comment, "Are you sure you want to go?". I nodded, her eyes were narrowed. Meanwhile, my heart was beating fast. I could swear it was faster than Usain Bolt himself. A forced smile covered her lips, her long fingers tracing the doorknob, opening it fully to let me out with her.

She led me to another room, which seemed darker and smelled like - blood. Blood?

I tried to shrug away the smell of blood, but the more I came closer, the more I came to face with a figure, that was laying on a metal bed or table. Seriously whatever that is.

I raised my eyebrows together, the familiar face of the businessman, blurred with the tracks of red. And it wasn't a blush, it was his goddamn shoulder, being consciously open with blood dripping from it.

He is bleeding and she wasn't doing anything to stop that.

My eyes widened, and I knew if I screamed something bad might happen to me, let alone happen to him. I gulped hard and I knew she was studying my facial expression far from distance. Trying to see right through my eyes - to look deep into my fears.

My heart was beating so fast, horror traced my face as it became pale. I need to breathe, I need to catch my breath.

My thoughts were stopped when I heard her voice speak, "Don't take too long". No matter how cold her voice sounded, my stomach twisted with the unfamiliar feeling of butterflies.

And like a drug, I knew I was crushing hard. But, on who?

Someone who murders and kills people for a living. How stupid did I sound? Reality is always tragic, but it shouldn't be like this. Why couldn't I like a normal human being?

"Don't make me come in".

I immediately finished and washed my hands, the mirror in the bathroom was shattered and I wondered why. Did she not like looking at herself in the mirror?

Or was it just her way of living?

Avoiding looking in the mirror to not put the blame on herself. Did she fear guilt? When she killed these people, did she fear ever getting caught or was she just good at it? I wondered.

I was pulled by my wrist out of the bathroom. How did she even get in- "Patience isn't my thing". Her voice echoed through the room with impatience, her hand was still around my wrist, pulling me out of the darkroom into the hell of being alone again, in between the four walls, and the paintings.

Once the door was shut, I tried to think. 'How do I get away? How do I get away? How can I escape?'.

My phone! Why didn't I think about that earlier? I'm so dumb.

I tried looking for my purse, but it was nowhere near sight. The door clicked open again, a wicked smile covered the assassin's face, with my phone in her hand. "Looking for this?".